That's from the High Plans paper that I picked up during our dinner at a diner on our way home from Thanksgiving. Remember when I described our midnight drive in West Texas? Well, that was nothing compared to driving Eastern Colorado. West Texas has tiny podunk towns and scattered ranches and farms. Eastern Colorado has nothing. I mean... to the extent that we'd drive for miles and miles and not see any lights on the horizon. No highway lights, no town lights, no scattered farms or ranches.
There is nothing there.
It was surreal. Through most of Eastern Colorado we hit a grand total of three small towns. None of them had a fast food restaurant. Where we ended up stopping was a town with one diner and a gas pump (not a gas station, mind you, an unmanned gas pump). The entire downtown would look somewhat like this:
The type of place where you look to the right and left and see the end of the block and the end of the town. When you did hit a small group of houses here or there, they came with signs like this:
It was culture shock, a bit, to realize just how much of a solid block of land this was that was almost completely uninhabited. What is life like for those who live there?
I'll tell you what did happen in this area. We killed about 200-300 native Americans (that had signed and were abiding by a peace treaty already in place). You can see how much we are really using the land we fought so hard to own and dominate:
Life in the area was exhibited a little in the paper I read and the people at the diner we stopped at. Cowboy hats, livestock auctions, farm equipment, and church. It made for a fascinating, if rather barren drive home.