As the name might suggest, Kanorado, pop. 156, is smack on the Colorado line. Kanorado never seems to have had much more than about 350 people, yet clearly its main drag was a much livelier place in another day. I hit Kanorado at sunset on a Friday night, and while traffic whizzed by nearby on I-70, all was quiet in this tiny burg. After studying this ghost sign closely, I believe it's an advertisement for Kelly Springfield tires. Mmmmm! Rocky Mountain oysters. If you have to ask, you're better off not knowing.