Kjell Peterson

Omaha is the furthest East I have lived, my first time here was by plane and a couple of weeks later I drove my little truck, loaded with bike and bed, through Oregon along the Columbia then continued generally South-West until I made it here 26 hours later.

If I made that trip again I would probably head north where I last began south, following the river towards the mountains. After crossing the Rockies in Montana I would join the small streams that later become the Missouri and I would follow along through the Dakotas until I eventually arrived at Omaha’s doorstep.

I am a grateful recipient of warm welcomes and generous labors from friends and companions and totally humbled by the unexpected beauty of this place.

At the Union I am going to: build some boats; plan a trip down the Missouri; learn how to make snowshoes and teach anyone who wants to learn; start Omaha’s first tool lending library, called the North Omaha Tool Library, and try to explain to myself and the community why those things are important.