A viewpoint where we could stand in one spot and see Mount Lassen
and Mount Shasta.
A few wildflowers.
And a camp spot in the trees.
We did a stopover at Eagle Lake along the way to see if it was still as nice as we remembered. Yes.
The end of the desert section of this trip.
We could have driven straight to our camp for the night, but diverted to Virginia City, then Carson City, then back up west of Reno for the night. As soon as we saw Virginia City on the map we started humming the Bonanza theme song and reciting the names of Pa and his three boys, and had to go there. Bonus points if you can remember the name of the cook/housekeeper.
We picked off a few more counties in Nevada by spotting birds in each.
Only five more counties to go, but still a lot of Nevada to cover to get them. Not this trip.
It is a lonely road.
A series of north south ranges interrupting long flat stretches of an otherwise great desert basin.
Drove as far as Cold Springs Station, a stop on the Pony Express Route. An ambitions endeavor, it delivered the mail 2,000 miles from St Joseph, Missouri to Sacramento, California in just 10 days. It only ran for 18 months before the telegraph lines were completed, making it instantly obsolete, but forever a part of American lore.
We could take interstate highways to get where we want to go. But we like Highway 50 across Nevada, billed as “The Loneliest Road in America”. We like it so much we decided to get on Highway 50 at our first opportunity at Salina in the middle of Utah and follow it all the way to the other side of Nevada. So today we traveled a backroad on our way to the backroad.
Along the way, we stopped by Great Basin National Park in Nevada. Been meaning to do this for maybe 20 years. It was a good idea to check it out. This place is glorious!
We didn’t stay and camp here. Too cold at night for us at 10,000 feet with no hookups. But if we had stayed, this would have been our campsite.
From the highest viewpoint, it looked like this.
We stopped for the night in Ely.
Driving west from Green River, Utah. A hundred miles of desolation. No food. No water. No fuel. No nothing. Except scenery. This was always a highlight of our spring break trips with the kids. If we were heading west, first night at Green River State Park, and the next morning off across the Badlands, stopping at every viewpoint along the way. The San Rafael Swell, an ancient uplift creating and exposing geological wonders.
Ensconced for the night at a wonderful KOA in Fillmore, Utah. Quiet. Private. Shady. Grassy.
