When early pioneers crossed the central Great Plains in the late summer heat, the view from their wagons was flatlands––great swaths of dry prairie grass, bland colors and monotonous landscapes. For days on end, it rarely changed. Imagine, then, how their eyes drank in the many shades of green as they came upon the rich, fertile oasis of what is now the town of Beaver Crossing.
As they stopped to soak in cool shade under tall trees, they knew they’d found it: the good life they had longed for. Thousands of acres surrounded them, blessed with flowing artesian springs from a vast underground source. Settlers looking for agricultural land reaped success. Over time, business would boom as well, thanks to the springs.