09-Oct-2019 -- If you find yourself in the Scottsbluff area this an easy confluence to bag, driving out of town to the west as the towns get more and more ramshackle: Mitchell, then Morrill, then finally Henry. Oh Henry! Your glory days have passed you by. Fortunately the farm road northeast out o' Henry toward the confluence is well-maintained dirt 'n' gravel, and after a few miles passes within 500 feet (north) of the site. As past visitors have mentioned, there's all kinds of rusty metal around - the train overpass under which the farm road passes, the drooping barbed wire fence over which the confluence hunter passes (no No Trespassing signs here), and the discarded Frigidaires from the mid-1900s. Even this dumping ground has seen better days, as it won't be but another few decades until the last rusty handle is pulverized in stop motion by the roots of the native scrub grasses. I carried my 8-month-old son in my arms during the 6-minute post-apocalyptic trek to All Zeroes à la Cormac McCarthy. Finn's first confluence (and my first in Nebraska) did not disappoint, and my appetite has been re-whetted for more. Will this be my final confluence this decade?