Nebraska Scavenger Hunt
Nebraska is not a place one merely passes through — it is a landscape that unfolds, like prairie grass before a breeze, with quiet significance and enduring resilience. Long before the interstates, this was a land of trails — Pony Express riders, Oregon-bound settlers, and Union Pacific rails converged across its plains in a steady pulse westward. Here, the soil turned sodbusters into statesmen, and wind-carved valleys echoed with the voices of indigenous nations, homesteaders, and hopeful immigrants.
From Omaha’s grand bridges and Art Deco towers to the baled-hay churches of Arthur and roadside art shrines like Carhenge, Nebraska tells its story not in one sweeping epic, but in hundreds of grounded, purposeful chapters. Every community, from bustling Lincoln to vanished Rackett, reveals a people shaped by land and by legacy — by invention, by work, and by the will to leave something that lasts.
Step into the coliseums of champions, the viewing decks of migratory wonders, and the quiet wood of a covered bridge hand-built by neighbors. Stand under the dome that shelters three deserts or the one that glows gold above the Capitol tower. Across farm roads and riverbanks, you’ll trace a state that’s been carved with care — not for flash or flourish, but for function, faith, and fierce pride.
The photos and stories collected for this scavenger hunt are a fast and fun way to learn the explanations behind the quirks, the traditions and the secrets that make Nebraska uniquely Nebraska. Why was the Cornhusker State a prime destination for Czechoslovakian immigrants? Solved. Where was America’s largest facility for training horses and mules for cavalry service? A mystery no more. Who was the only U.S. President born in Nebraska? Identified. Where is the only accessible chalk room and mine in the United States? Revealed. Where was the Reuben sandwich invented? No one knows.
Where sedans rise like stones on the plain, A tribute to Dad in metal and chain. Midwestern Stonehenge with hubcap reign.
Did the Reuben arise in this grand hotel’s hall, Where dignitaries dined and jazz filled the ball? With linen and luxury, guests found their way From Lincoln Highway’s long motorcade. Whether corned beef or comfort was your quest, The Blackstone once welcomed America’s best.
From Crazy Horse’s end to the cavalry’s drill, To dogs trained for duty with discipline still. This fort grew to acres both wide and profound— A monument now to contested ground.
A sea of red, a sacred sound— The Tunnel Walk, the Husker hound— Where sellouts stack the city’s bound. Since ’23, this field has roared, From fields once barely roomed or floored— Now legends rise with every score.
Where cars climb a hill just to coast to their fate, It’s gravity's playground with switches to mate. The mightiest yard with its miles of steel track— Come view the ballet as rail cars stack.
The Kountze clan played every part— With land and rail, they shaped the start Of Omaha’s financial heart. A Renaissance tower reached the sky, Where gold dust once had passed on by— Now condos stack where vaults ran high.