Having stretched ourselves out to the western edge of our orbit and reached Sparks, Nevada, the pendulum started to swing back Eastward. We traveled through some of the most desolate roads I've ever been on. It turns out it was actually the Loneliest Road in America - Rt. 50 in Nevada. I managed to get a speeding ticket however, so it wasn't quite as lonely as I would have liked.
This is someone's name or a curse in another language
Strange contraptions across the plain
Lonely (officially so)
I'm so lonely. (according to the DOT)
Oy
Big, lonely mountains - in color
Wonder, NV
Austin and Fallon (we took a left)
Mr. Mountain
First view of the shoe tree
Flock of Jordans
I imagine a mass hanging
Hornet's nest of Keds
It's the smelliest fruit in the world.
No Idea.
Hold on Lefty, just HOLD ON!!
Sally threw her favorite shoes up there in a show of solidarity.
In all its glory, behold Shoe Tree
Mountains get freckles too.
Just one rock. Once it falls, the sign is obsolete.
A little cloud cover in the valley
Gorgeous and empty, like me.
Old town, old church
Slightly creepier version of the church
A cute church made sinister
A bit more desolation
The mountains did not intimidate the miata.
We danced here to earn some extra money.
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