An old iron bridge, part of the original Lincoln Highway crossed the river here – now it’s pedestrians only – and led to a fine concrete walkway to take us past exhibits outside. A local Native American garden, ringed with sunflowers to act as a windbreak was just starting up. Trixie growled at cutouts of two Bison – and she was not happy to pose earlier with the large statue of a buffalo either. This would not be her last disagreement with buffalo.
A reproduction of a hogun was there to view from the outside; it is a mound of dirt that covers a log structure, with a covered entryway pointing east, making it look a bit like a squat grassy igloo. This we inspected with great interest, peering in through the modern chain link fence to the darkened interior where four thick wood columns supported the roof. A smattering of furniture lay within, illuminated by light from the central smoke hole in the roof, but it was obvious several families could dwell under this roof in relative warmth and safety. Nearby, a tall drying rack, high enough to walk under was also on display.