Alliance, Nebraska

It was starting to be late in the day as we have left Angora and  headed into Alliance, where we were looking forward to seeing "Carhenge", an authentic reproduction of the original made entirely out of old cars which would have obviated our need to visit England.  Coming into town, we did see one seemingly hand made sign indicating that Carhenge was just a mile or so down the road, but we saw no other signs, and try as we might, we just couldn't find it.

It was starting to get late, ( although the light enhancing magic of the digital photograph of the above sign would indicate otherwise)  it WAS getting darker by the minute.  At this point, we had given up our search for carhenge and decided to find a place in town to spend the night and resume our search in the morning.  There didn't seem to be anything big or important or compelling about the town, and I could see no reason why it should be, but there were no vacancies at any of the non-fleabag kinds of places, like the Holiday Inn and the like, so it was decided that we would just have to keep going and catch carhenge next time around.  Since we were hungry, we stopped at the Ayo Grill, a nondescript looking  mexican restaurant on West 3rd Street, which was the main drag through the center of town.

Given our many disappointments in Alliance and the fact that there was no resulting photo-documentation to necessitate an entry at this point, I might have bypassed the town, blogwise, were it not for the most extraordinarily great Chile Relleno that I had there.  It was not breaded or deep fried or filled with some bland and undigestible glob of cheese like so many that have disappointed me.  The chile pepper was large and unbreaded and not too hot, but just right.  It seemed to be pan fried with just the right amount of light nicely flavored cheese that went well with the great vegetarian beans and rice that came on the side.  I am not a food critic but I know what I like, but I just loved the meal,
 was pleasantly surprised, as you can tell, and would return for that alone.  Jackie enjoyed here enchiladas, although not quite as enthusiastically as me, but did give the place two thumbs up.   Real mexican food made by real Mexican people

It is now dark, so with a full stomach, we head out into the night, east on highway 2 past Hyannis turning south on a small 2 lane, route 61 past a little town named Arthur (Jackie's father's name) where we stopped for a minute and wished it could have been more.  But is was late, so onward to Ogallala, where we hope to be able to spend the night.

                                                                 Pablo