Made it to Callaway, NE alive. A sign claims a population of 200, but I fear the truth is that there are no people.
There is no Walgreens.
Unclear if I will have to kill my own dinner.
Last cop spotted was three hours ago. (Last car, two.)
Stars are bright - too bright. It may be I am on another planet. Worried I've lost all concept of non-electrical light and returning to natural UV after a week in the Nebraska hills will damage my eyes. So far, though, this eerie landscape of ice and hay has left me intrigued, and curious as to its hidden occupants...