Ensign

Row upon row of wind turbines lined the hill just down the road from Ensign. Fields of ripened milo (less vulgarly, grain sorghum) stretched for miles between the mighty wind-titans. Spare blades lay at their feet. It seemed like maybe Gray County would allow wind turbines when Meade wouldn't; they appeared to be clustered right near the county line.

In Ensign itself, we saw an old gas station, a bank, modest homes, gravel roads, and some ruined buildings. There was a cemetery south of town, and a really small park along with (of course) a grain elevator and a railroad.