Founded in the late 1960s and still run by lifelong gearhead Don Woller, the yard has grown to cover more than 80 acres of sunbaked prairie. With thousands of vehicles, it’s a classic-auto enthusiast’s dream: sun-faded fins, square-jawed pickups and long-forgotten sedans lined up beneath an endless sky. Thanks to the dry climate (300-plus days of sunshine) many survive in astonishingly solid condition.

Just don’t make the mistake we did and arrive unannounced. Opening hours can be erratic, so it pays to call ahead. We found the gates shut, only for a friendly mail carrier to alert the owner, who generously granted us free rein. Several hours slipped by, disturbed only by the yard’s watchful guard llamas.