Leaving Kensington early am, then driving “The Loneliest Road in America”, Highway 50 through Nevada. Walking downtown in Ely we passed this pickup driver and recognized that “we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
Most of the buildings in tiny Eureka were built between 1861 and 1874, including this courtroom which contains the original pot-bellied stove used to heat the room. Cases today mostly center around water rights. The last homicide case was twenty years ago.
Gwen and her husband own a ranch an hour away from Eureka. She brings her kids to town for school before going to work.
Ely is pronounced, “Elee” with an accent on the first syllable.
His shirt reads, “IF THIS FLAG OFFENDS YOU…LEAVE!”
Driving to Kanab, Utah, the nearest town to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
The line of lights in the distance is the “strip”, ten miles away.
On her way to an 87. “Woot!” I mean, we’d hiked already. It was 109 degrees. Games were three for $5. What else were we going to do???
Our friends Tom and Andrea were fostering these three for a week. It’s their job to wean them before returning them to the ASPCA.
We saved the best for last. Our friends’ daughter, Lindsey Crigler, who we have known for all of her thirty-two years, was married 7/121/19 in Santa Monica. And that, her wedding, was what occasioned the Road Trip.