We went to breakfast this morning at Kathy’s Kafe at the Ogallala Livestock Auction just west of town on the Lincoln Highway. The guy at the motel had touted it as “maybe the best breakfast in town.” Big and hearty. Lots of coffee. Jarrett was trying to finish editing the video postcard we made yesterday behind Kensinger’s Service Station. And I noticed the clock behind the register and it seemed wrong. Bob asked the waitress, “Can you tell us what time it is?” And she said, “8:30.” We three raised our eyebrows. And she said, “Yes, we’re on Mountain.” We gained an hour last night several miles back, and we never noticed it. It’s a joy of traveling westward.
After breakfast, Bob suggested grabbing a few shots of the building and the cattle pens next to the “Kafe.” Jarrett had some more editing to do, so he sat in the van with his iBook, and I carried the tripod for Bob, first onto the wooden walkways above the cattle pens (mostly empty) until we saw a longhorn bull in one of the pens, and Bob could get a “frame” with both the beast and the highway. Sweet. Slightly stinky but sweet.
Then a family pulled in with a horse trailer behind their big pickup, and they got ready to load some colts out of one of the pens. We talked to them for a while, found out they were starting back to Atlanta, Missouri, and expected to take 30 much of the way. Then we had to do an interview. And we watched them pull out of the lot.
Then Bob noticed another couple of bikers coming out of the cafe, a couple from Ohio named Kat and Duck, and they ride the Lincoln Highway every summer on a four-week ride on their vintage Harleys. We had to talk to them too. Another interview. More great comments about the joys of staying off the interstates, talking to people and patronizing small businesses in small towns along the way. They said they never worry a out how far or how many miles they will go in a day. But Kat said it felt good to be leaving the West, heading east they were just starting to feel like they were getting back into the midwest. “It’s just beginning to feel like we’re heading for home.
Meanwhile we are exhilarated to be feeling the West all around us as we get nearer to Wyoming. We have the road mostly to ourselves again. We’re making some time through this part of the state of Nebraska. We slowing down to get some gas in the town of Dix.The day is hot, clear, sunny and bright. The open road ahead makes the possibilities seem limitless.