Far from lonely right out of Moab, the desolate roads leading west are spectacular. The views from peak after peak were breathtaking as you see just how vast this nation is away from the cities.
We drove across Highway 70 in Utah that darted, skipped, and zagged over to Route 50. Finding out after-the-fact there is a John Wesley Powell museum in Green River which we had passed through. Powell is a badass, a notorious pioneer and man that we should all try to emulate. Rowing with one arm down the confluence of the Green and Colorado Rivers in the late 1800s.
We got to the Ely, Nevada which is just the perfect embodiment of a Nevada town, bright lights, cigarette smoke, and the sinking feeling of psychological depression fills the air.
The view above was from our dinner table and lovely waves of cigarette smoke gusted toward our table…
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