I saw a cemetery outside of Fontanelle and stopped to wander.
I'm not sure whether this was supposed to be a tree trunk or a broken saguaro, but it's nice stonework.
Round bales of a hay are a very common sight out here. I actually got to see a baler at work while riding toward Holdredge last night.
This is good information:
The construction zones are so long out here (I clocked this one at 3 miles) that there's a man whose entire job is to drive a pickup truck back and forth, from one end to the other, leading the cars through. There's a sign on the top that says "PILOT VEHICLE, FOLLOW ME." The pilot driver, of course, seems to have a spectacular skill for driving at that awkward speed that motorcycles don't do, which is too fast to actually stop and too slow to stay upright.