
Ogallala
"Nobody warns you that there's a beach in western Nebraska, and that might be the state's best-kept secret."
A former cattle-drive boomtown on the South Platte that once earned the nickname 'Gomorrah of the Plains,' now a quiet gateway to Lake McConaughy's beaches. Lia and I swam in a Nebraska lake that looked, improbably, like the Caribbean.
Ogallala was, for about two decades after the Civil War, one of the wildest towns on the map — the end point of the Texas Trail, where cowboys drove herds of longhorns hundreds of miles north to load them onto Union Pacific cattle cars, then spent their pay in saloons rowdy enough to earn the town its “Gomorrah of the Plains” nickname. Front Street, a reconstructed stretch of that boomtown era, still runs through downtown with false-front buildings and a staged shootout in summer that made Lia laugh at how earnestly the local teenagers played their parts.
Lake McConaughy’s beaches
What actually pulled us here, though, was Lake McConaughy, Nebraska’s largest reservoir, a few miles north of town, ringed by genuine sand beaches that stretch for miles along the shoreline — a strange, disorienting sight in the middle of the sandhills. We rented a spot near the north shore, and the water was clear enough that Lia kept insisting we’d accidentally driven to a coast. Locals call it Big Mac, and on a summer weekend the beaches fill with boats and families, but we found an empty stretch on a Tuesday morning and had what felt like our own private lake for two hours.

Front Street and the Boot Hill cemetery
Back in town, we walked Front Street’s wooden boardwalks past a recreated saloon and general store, then found Boot Hill, a small hillside cemetery where several cowboys who died in gunfights or brawls during the trail-driving years are buried under simple markers, some with only a first name. It’s a strange, small monument to how violent and short those boomtown years actually were, tucked quietly a few blocks from where families now grill burgers in their backyards.

Getting There
Ogallala sits just off I-80 in western Nebraska, about three and a half hours from Denver International Airport (DEN) or four hours west of Lincoln. A car is essential — Lake McConaughy’s shoreline and access points are spread out well beyond walking distance from downtown, and there’s no public transit in the area.
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