I left Valentine early to avoid the forecasted heavy rain. It worked for a while and then I saw this
so I decided to put on my rain gear; and a good thing I did because it really came down hard. With high beam and four-way flashers on I continued until I found a place to take shelter under the canopy of a gas station, a place I curiously had all to myself for 15 minutes. When the intensity of the rain dropped I pulled back onto the highway and rode on to Antilope Creek where I stopped for a real breakfast. Check out the required reading s one waits for a meal, and the thickness of the slice of ham on my plate.
And yes, the guy at the next table is wearing a gun and three extra magazines (in case of what exactly?) on his belt.
You might think you’ve seen it all, but America never ceases to amaze. Just outside of Alliance Nebraska you come across Carhenge, the creation by Jim Reinder, a retired petroleum engineer, of a replica of Stonehenge made with old cars. It’s quite a sight that attracts a steady stream of passers-by.
My last stop before arriving at my hotel in Scottsbluff was at the nice Chimney Rock Interpretation Center. The rock served as a landmark for fur traders, rappers and mountain men, and for emigrants as it marked the end of the plains and the beginning of the rugged mountain portion of their journey.
Rather than a simple ‘Keep of the grass’ sign the authorities are using a more novel approach.
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