Ogallala, Nebraska. A Town I’ll Never Live In.

On the way to Telluride, Ace and I stopped in Ogallala, a farm town that by all appearances looks like it is on its last breath. But what we found out is that it is still strangely alive. We camped just outside of town and had breakfast at the local diner. Everything around the restaurant was dying or already dead. Motels, gas stations and shops lay abandoned and decaying. But inside the diner, even on this cold, windy September morning, there was a buzz. The attitude wasn’t depressed or gloomy. Talk was about tractors, trucks and the car show that was going on just a few blocks away. It just goes to show that people will always find a way to make the best of their situation. But then again…what’s the alternative?