A drive across the state of Nevada along Highway 50 was pretty much the same from the west to the east . . . boring! That was my opinion. But, in all fairness, Betsy actually liked the drive. Not because Betsy likes boring but because she loves seeing all kinds of scenery. The road continues on, and on, and on and the scenery really doesn’t change. The smooth road bisects the mountains that flank both sides of the never-ending blacktop. There is very little in the way of towns, roadside attractions and even gas stations.
|please don't break down, please don't breakdown . . .|
U.S. 50 stretches from Sacramento, California to Ocean City, Maryland but it is the stretch through Nevada that earned the title the “Loneliest Road in America’ by Life Magazine in 1986. The name originates from the large expanse of desolate areas that offer no signs of civilization. Nevada quickly embraced the term and exploited it as a marketing slogan. Travelers are urged to pick up a free Loneliest Road survival kit at various businesses along the route. The kit contains a map and must-see attractions along the road. Stop in at the attractions to get your survival guide stamped then mail the completed kit to the Nevada Commission on Tourism and you will receive a Loneliest Road survival certificate signed by the Governor, a Loneliest Road lapel pin, and a Loneliest Road bumper sticker announcing that you survived this "uninteresting and empty" road. What is really a lonely thought is that this road parallels a Pony Express route - think how lonely that must have been alone on a horse?
We stopped midway for a restful overnight but woke up to a light rain that turned into a surprise of white snow flakes that quickly morphed into quarter-sized sparkling flakes gently covering the ground. In no time, a few inches of packed white snow created an unexpected winter wonderland. Our early morning departure was promptly cancelled. Long ago in this journey, we decided that we would not drive in bad weather. What this left for us to do was take a leisurely hike in the neighboring public land, finish a long-overdue book (which ironically was on polar exploration), and spend time in the kitchen making comfort meals for lunch and dinner – all of which was more enjoyable than driving in the snow. The Lonelinest Road would have to wait until the next day to see us again.
|Spirit was one happy pup playing in the snow.|
|Definitely time to break out the hats and gloves.|
The next morning the snow had all but melted except at higher elevations. We enjoyed a brisk early morning walk and then it was time to hit the lonely road again in the bright sunshine.