Scav Road Trip: NE

It was amazing that the things balanced. They were 10, maybe 12 feet tall, long, dull gray objects. Mostly there were two standing vertically, with a third on top resting horizontally. Some of them, however had fallen over, but even that seemed to be in a planned way. The whole thing was arranged in a circle, no doubt aligned to the sun or something like that. And it did seem mystical, in the middle of nowhere like that, with nothing but plains for miles.

Who had built this, I wondered. Who had put in this effort, dragging the heavy blocks from who-knows-where just to build this structure, a sculpture, or perhaps a religious monument, or whatever it was.

Item #112. Carhenge! It’s Stonehenge, only made out of cars! Don’t you understand? [10 points]

We were not in England, we were in the opposite of England: Nebraska. Alliance, Nebraska, technically, but Carhenge was at least 3 miles out of town. It was in what seemed to be the backyard of a small, abandoned, and somewhat dilapidated white house.

When we got there there were several bikers in the small parking lot, drinking coffee. We thought we had left all the bikers in Sturgis, but apparently not. Then, as we got out of the car, two more bikers drove into the lot, driving bright red and yellow restored bikes with sidecars and puny mufflers. They did figure eights for a while, showing off. Meanwhile we went out to investigate.

We had a number of items at Carhenge. We had to find a grave for foreign cars: “Here lie the bodies of foreign cars. They served their purpose while Detroit slept. Now Detroit is awake and America is great!” and complete the equation: Randi + Cindy = ? (the answer is "BFFs"). Then we had to take a picture in an old station wagon, and use a steering wheel that stuck up out of the ground to drive the Earth into the Sun (the item was worth "[1,000,000,000 points; 2 points for effort]"; since we remained alive, we assumed we got 2). Then Robin Hood/Veronica had to slay a random dinosaur skeleton that was there. And we had to eat cheese balls. Always, it seemed, we were eating cheese balls.

Unfortunately, we didn't have time to ponder the greater meaning of Carhenge, perhaps gain some new wisdom from the ancient constructors of it. We had to get to Colorado, to find the best Rocky Mountain Oysters and the Swedish Parking area of Julesburg. And eat cheese balls.