Last time, I mentioned that I’d bought tickets for the Tree Town Music Festival, and that I was disappointed that I’d paid $525 for the RV parking space I’d chosen. The map was slick and professionally done, except they manipulated it in such a way it seemed like I was just steps from the front gate for the venue. They kind of took liberties with the drawing of their RV parking areas. Turned out that I was like 1/4 mile from the venues main (and only entrance) gate. Which was not in the same location as the map showed it.
But that wasn’t the only disappointment. This festival is in the middle of the country and the excessive nationalism was on full display, which included a truckload of good ‘ol boys standing up in the bed of their pickup truck cruising around the parking grounds, swilling their Bud light beer, waving their oversized southern surrender flags, the bars and stars. In addition the overt religion on display was rather off putting too, but that was nearly all by the stage announcers and many of the acts. The jumbo trons meanwhile, kept up displaying support for war and guns nearly non-stop between promoting up coming acts and local businesses. Several concert goers had the surrender hats or shirts on. I saw ONE person of color at this concert, a black guy who was working on one of the big generators. That’s not exactly the kind of ‘inclusion’ I like to see at concerts.
But I’d chosen to buy the ticket and be here so tried to make the most of it. After leaving the Winnebago customer service park, it’s a 1 mile drive to the entrance gate of the venue. I had planned on waiting a day before coming over but there was already a line of RVs entering the grounds when I drove over to check it out in the car, so I went back to the Winnie lot, hurriedly packed up, attached the car to the RV and headed over to the entrance to get in the RV que.
Two hours earlier when I’d been here in the car scoping it out, there was only one of these lines filled up with RVs. Now there’s 3 of them. And the lines are moving, though slowly. All three of these lanes get necked down into one lane. There’s a forth lane being filled up too as more RVs showed up. This area is just behind Heritage Park. One of those parks where they’ve bought and moved entire houses here to display how life use to be in these parts. I wanted to visit but it never opened the week I was in the area. Seems they missed a golden opportunity with all the people nearby as it’s a paid style museum. I would have visited for sure.
The wait was long enough that my engine was off most of the wait, and some folks got out and wandered around, beers in hand. A couple drunk guys spent 20 minutes just in front of me trying to talk up a couple gurls in their car. They resisted so the guys eventually wandered off.
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One of several small towns the road passes through after I left the freeway. Or it may be Forest City. Not sure.
And a shot of some of the rest of the park. 
This old building was something once, power house maybe? I don’t remember. It’s a restaurant now. 
And here’s the Missouri River. I dropped the camera and wasn’t going to dive for it while driving so this is the only shot I got. Didn’t see an appropriate place to pull over either.

And then I remembered why I’d stayed in Ogallala for an extra night. To let this storm pass over the areas I planned on driving. My planning saw that I missed this storm by one day, and it had passed to the north of Ogallala so I’d not noticed any poor weather from it. There was snow on the crest of nearly every hill I drove over in the drainage ditches and alongside the road but always on the north slopes except one spot where it was so thick, there was still snow on both sides of the road. And these aren’t mountains by any stretch of the imagination.
Here’s the outside temp as I passed one of the snow piles. The storm was the last gasp of winter in this area. 
I was able to find a parking space just across the street from where the Riverwalk starts so that was nice. And here’s a few pictures of the 

It was dinner time and looking through the hole in the wall the waiters use to access the bar, you can see the cafe was packed. Everyone is clothed…no nudes in a cafe.