The story of the westward migration is a story of incredible hardship and tremendous courage. One of the landmarks along the way was Chimney Rock. When I saw it on the map, although not on my way, I had to see it. The Nebraska State Historical Society has a very nice visitor's center, so I went there and took this picture.
The rock has eroded quite a bit over the years, as evidenced by the photographs over time. Not surprisingly, the Native Americans did not call it Chimney Rock, but rather Elk (male part).
The things one learns as one travels the prairies of North America . . .
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