THE LONELIEST ROAD

Not much in the way of scenery, except desert, and more desert, on what is commonly known as the loneliest road in America. U.S. Hwy 50 across Nevada is indeed a lonely road, in that there is very little traffic, and it's a long way between what you might describe as civilization. We pulled out of the Gold Dust West Casino RV Park at 10 am, and pointed the Camelot east toward Ely, a little over 300 miles away. Despite the continual desert landscape, (which I actually like), driving either the motor home, or the Harley across the wide open spaces, is about as stress free, and relaxing as it gets. I'm sure it's not for everyone, and probably the majority of folks can't wait to end what is to them, a boring drive. When I'm behind the wheel, or the handlebars, in this environment, my mind tends to wander in all kinds of directions. When we passed by several old Pony Express locations, I couldn't help but wonder, what that existence in the middle of the desert must have been like. As spoiled as we are today, with all of the modern conveniences, it's almost inconceivable what hardships the early pioneers faced when either living in, or crossing the western deserts. We passed through the small towns of Austin and Eureka, but for those 300 + miles, that was about it, in terms of any types of services. We pulled into Ely at about 4 pm, and I tried to get a space at the Prospector Casino RV Park, but they were full. A little farther down the road, we stopped for the night at the Valley View RV Park, and will be hitting the road this morning, still heading toward the Grand Canyon.