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.
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.
from
Colorado through the rich red rock formations of Utah.
The
welcome soft green grass and shade of Green River State Park for the night.
A
late start. A short day. Another state.
Cortez.
Southwestern Colorado for the night.
This
used to be a KOA. Fifteen or twenty years ago we stayed here so often, we
would be greeted like family when we drove in. Mom, Dad, and two sons
running the place. We’d announce “It’s good to be home.”
That
was then. The family we enjoyed so much sold it and moved on. It’s
no longer a KOA. It’s no longer tip-top. It’s still in a beautiful
setting though.