Sunday, September 11, 2016
This morning, my paternal human took me outside first
thing. I got to roll and sniff. My trick from yesterday worked. They are so easy to manipulate.
Last night's astronomy presentation was interesting. The Great Basin is certified as a 'dark'
location. It is actually one of the best
locations in the country to view the stars.
Even though there was a half moon last night, we could still see the milky
way. They had telescopes set up. We viewed Saturn as it is tilted on its axis
so you could really see the rings.
For this morning, our hike took us on a foot path up to the
Upper Lehman campground. There are two
directions in this park. Up and
down. So, up we went meandering by a
creek. The campground is being renovated
and is quite nice. There are a few spots
RVs could fit in, but it is geared - as they all are - to tent campers and
small rigs. There were a bunch of
people bird watching, but other than that, the place is deserted.
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| The view from Upper Lehman |
We decided to check out the town of Ely, about 65 miles from
here. There is the Osceola ghost town on
the way, so off we go. I am
driving. When we turn onto the road to
Osceola, it is a dirt road about 7 miles back.
Most of it has been graded in the last decade so it isn't bad. The last mile or so is a bit bumpy. We have our route in Samantha and we see an
old building behind a locked gate. About
500 feet later, she tells us we have reached our destination on the left. It is a bush.
But the building we passed is not accessible. Is that it?
We drove 7 miles off road for a single building we can't go look
at? We see a couple of workers and they
said a fire wiped out the other buildings and this was about it. But instead of retracing our steps, he said
the road goes to the highway in about 4 miles.
So we continue on.
Then Samantha tells us to turn left. We look ahead at the road and we are thinking
that this looks like the right way. But
she knows where we are, right? So, like
a couple of idiots, we put our trust in this psycho bitch and turn left. The road is smaller and rougher and there is
a dropoff on the right. My hands are
sweating. Of course, Spouse has to tell
me how to drive. 'You are getting too
close to this edge, the shoulder might collapse.' 'Spouse, I am hugging the hill on my side, I
can't move any more to the left'.
Hah! Now he knows how I feel when
he is driving, especially when he 'Doug's the curb'. It is getting ridiculous. This can't be right. Spouse is bitching, like I could do something
about it. There is no place to turn around. I finally told him he could drive and we
switched places. Within a minute, the
road got a bit better, but where is it going?
Samantha dumped us a few miles ago. She has no idea where we are. Another fork in the road... great. Oh well, let's take the lower one. We finally see the highway way out
yonder. There is hope! We follow the road, twisting and turning. Then as we see we are heading towards the
highway, Samantha comes on and tells us to turn left in one mile, like she has
been there all along! She can't be
trusted on dirt roads...
Back on to 50 - the loneliest road in the country. There is no traffic. It is high desert with hills and mountains,
so it is quite pretty. We climb the
Connors pass and follow the hills and valleys past a prison that we don't
see. The 'No Hitchhiker' signs are
prominently posted.
Ely is a mountainish town.
There is the old side of town, with a couple of small old casinos and
storefronts. But it is Sunday, and
everything is closed. We are essentially
all alone. We cruise the town on the
other side looking for a place to eat.
We stop at a small casino where we had a good meal, and gambled just a
tad - broke even. We asked if it is
always this deserted and we were told yes!
We stopped at the grocery store for a few things. Lots of hunters in camo. The few I talked to were not happy that they
hadn't bagged any deer. RUN BAMBI RUN!
Got back to a little rain.
No campfire tonite!
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