Words and edit by Bruce J. Bales
Too long had past since we ventured west to see our blading neighbors in Nebraska. So, at the beginning of the year I decided we needed one of the many summer sessions to take place in Omaha. It was an easy decision to make. Omaha is not only home to a large group of rollerbladers, but also to a large group of amazing spots. Logan Clark, Justin “Jepherson” Augustus, Chris Watts, Andrew “Droid” Hall and I set out on the evening of Friday July 26th much later than we planned, but upon arrival we were greeted with hospitality and nourishment.
After a night of celebration and conversation, we awoke on Saturday to a beautiful Nebraska day. Logan had offered to drive, so I got the very rare chance to soak everything in. I was immediately enthralled with the sky. The clouds floated effortlessly, and the blue and white pattern seemed to stretch into infinity. It felt much different from Iowa, though we were only a few miles away. The sky dictated the mood much more. Luckily, we were given perfect weather all weekend.
With all the Native American influence around, I got to thinking about the importance of cross-border relations. That idea is really what brought us to Omaha in the first place. Earlier in the year, I had recognized that the Nebraska rollerbladers had come to Iowa much more than vice versa. I thought we should correct that. The relationship Iowa and Nebraska rollerbladers have has always been a solid one. We’ve been blading together a long time now. It is really about developing friendships and showing each other what spots and experiences we each have to offer. In this case, I think the Nebraska rollerbladers should be commended. Specifically I thank Alex O’Brien for providing us with a comfortable place to stay, food and a wide variety of excellent places to rollerblade.
It may seem odd, but the way the sky looked was the one thing from the trip that has stuck with me. I only saw the brightness of Nebraska. With a sky that big, I can only imagine what storms would feel like, or even overcast days. When I stared up into the clear Nebraska sky I was calm. It reminded me of the nature of life. It seems to stretch on forever, but somewhere there is an end. In between we get experiences, each one a cloud, like our trip to Omaha which will always be remembered by those who were a part of it.