Nothing much is open in Eureka, Nevada, on a Sunday morning before the tourist season begins, but besides finding the gas station we needed we had a wonderful time driving around taking photos of old buildings.
We decided on Nevada Route 361, cutting across the state to U.S.50 which is billed for advertising purposes as “The Loneliest Road,” although there are numerous Nevada highways with no more traffic than 50.
We happened on a reference to Mark Twain’s management of a donkey in my grandfather’s journal which sent us to the library for Twain’s travel book “Roughing It.” We find our daily dose of laughter in his descriptions.
We wanted brunch which would make our main meal for the day, and our attitude was “anything but fast food.”
Sawtooth is quite startling as it stands out from the predominantly worn-down and rounded range of hills–and we were mistaken about the origin of Orovada.
Dr;iving out of Winnemucca, we stop (not the first time) at the Veterans Memorial.
The inscription reads, “In memory of our little angels of Humboldt County.”Perhaps there was an epidemic?
Humboldt Museum, Pioneer Park, and the Veteran’s Memorial are our best stops, not the casinos, although we’ve eaten, slept, gassed up the car, and even gamed a bit as we go through.
It would be lunacy to move to Luning.But the rest area has shaded picnic tables–and restrooms I’ll only characterize as usable.
“Lobster Crossing.” The sign, on the outskirts of Mina, Nevada, intrigued us.