Wyoming was freezing cold, and Nebraska gave me my first rain experience. Even though the sky was occasionally clear, the intermittent drizzle coupled with the less than breathtaking scenery was enough to begin breaking my spirit.
After hours of uninterrupted boredom, I got to Grand Island (which is a misnomer), the third largest city in Nebraska. I happened to be wearing a Kentland t-shirt, which led one of the firefighters to ask me if I had ever "been to that place". Turned out that this guy took one of Matt Despos's auto extrication class a few years ago. What a small world.
The Grand Island FD went to a fire the night I was there, but I've been too tired to ride at most of the places I spend the night. I didn't miss much though, as their "blaze" was is a commercial trash compactor.
The department is much older than I realized, organized in 1874. A lot of cool history remains on the walls of even their newest station, alongside the most modern of training tools.
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