Lonely

Leaving Utah, we crossed into Nevada on Highway 50, the "Lonliest Road in America." 

We made a detour to cross Great Basin National Park off of our life list.  We had neither the time nor the motivation for spelunking  or wilderness camping, so it didn't take long.

There are some people living out there . . . 

 "Doesn't look like much", you say.  That's because we don't yet have smell-o-vision.  We were stopped here for a bit due to road construction.  What you don't know is that it smelled like honey.  Sweet, golden, delicious, sage honey.  If only it could have been bottled to bring back.

Salt flats . . . 

All-in-all it was a great trip and we didn't kill each other.  We are already yearning to just get back on the road and keep on rolling.  The time will come, and it won't be all that long.