“There is a river in the heart of North America that annually gathers the watery largess of melting Rocky Mountain snow fields and glaciers, and spills wildly down the eastern slopes of Colorado and Wyoming. Reaching the plains, it quickly loses its momentum and begins to spread out and flow slowly across Nebraska from west to east. As it does, it cuts a sinuous tracery through the native prairies that have been followed for millennia by both men and animals. The river is called the Platte.”

Excerpt from “Crane Music” by Paul A. Johnsgard