Central Nevada is one place where the pace and trappings of the modern life are far and few between. People who live there do so for the most part I believe, because they do not want to be found. Today on Highway 50 , "The loneliest Road" in America, I ate lunch in Austin Nevada. It's a town 75 miles from anywhere high in the mountains. Actually, I have through this place before and there was a street dance going on..... imagine the radical self expression of a street dance on the loneliest road in America. Today was lunch at the Independence Cafe with a server who thumb gouged every piece of silverware she put down and laughed out loud when she set a table and cried when she put food down. To top it off she had covered her head in what appeared to be a table cloth.... Muslim do you think?
After running to leave the "Bates Motel" town, I ended up some hours later in Middlegate. An old stagecoach stop in the middle of nowhere on the loneliest highway in America. Gas was more expensive than La Crema but the place was not short on character and perspective. So, as the lessons of the road teach you...never miss a gas station and pay close attention to where the locals go..... It may be the only choice. Heading in to Black Rock City in the morning. It really does feel like going home. Enjoy your week. I will be writing each day but not posting until I break for my other home. I wish you well.
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