Campo
Colorado
Out along the prairie line
approaching Oklahoma, is the little town of Campo. The business district is mostly vacant and
sitting collecting the dust of times gone past.
The corner café keeps Main Street from being completely empty. It is a little town that probably will never perish
because of its location. It is a gateway
to the Comanche Grasslands and on the busy Ports to Plains highway.
There is still a village government
and the local constables keep the coffers from going empty. Some people just don’t want to slow down
passing through until they see the flashing lights. Campo was also in the center of the dust bowl
and a few reminders of those days are present.
There are a variety of pictures of the town and its neighbors from those
dirty days. Today the traffic flies by
and the dust does not stop, it keeps on going someplace.
The empty store fronts on the road
way harkens back to a day, when small towns were the heart of America. Now the few ghosts sit under the canopy
watching traffic pass. The corner coffee
shop has the local town news. Pause for breakfast,
listen to the locals cuss and discuss the weather or prices of crops. The waitress hustles the coffee pot around,
the cook yells, order up, and conversation goes on.
Outside the trucks rumble by,
shaking the ground as the press onward to their destination. Nearby the rails sit silently, awaiting the
next coal train to go south or returning empties. The grain elevator sits in slow status of
natural destruction. A lone sentential
next to the rails, a reminder of when business was on the railroad.
Over 100 hardy souls call the little
prairie village home. Working on farms
or maybe one of the government jobs. The
grasslands are nearby and are operated under the Nation Forest Service. Picnic grounds and trails dot the lands. It is a land of mystery and surprises. Petroglyphs have been found in some caves
that some suspect may have been Viking.
There are the Indian artifacts spread around the areas, fossils,
millions of years old and a herd of Big Horn Sheep call the grasslands
home.
Campo will be a little wide spot on
the road from here to there for years to come.
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