…it’s winter,
though the downtown cafes ‘n’ such [not shown] did well with their mandated Outdoor Dining
considering it was such a chill and misty V-day weekend. We certainly did, taking away Gaby’s
Valentine’s Day spaghetti seafood special in brandy cream sauce with lobster…and a pizza*.
The damp persisted unto Monday so we delayed our trip over the hill, catching up on groceries
and packing as the weather blew through and
hoping for a Better Tuesday. Which it was,
albeit exhausting on the road[s]…80 across the valley and
over the hill with the rest stop at the top closed due to some sort of Police Action
[ambulance, lots of flashing lights…there’d been an abnormal number of cops out, generally].
I pulled off at Verdi, first glimpse of Nevada an abandoned mattress then
gas in Wadsworth, north on 447
beyond the Scenic to pull off at the Limbo turn, whose sign is so often stolen they no longer
bother…lunch in the wind in the lee of the truck.
Gerlach and
finally [a quick trip, relatively] at mile marker 84 the Sand Pass Road eight miles to Wall Spring.
Biting winter winds, winter sunset…
home again.
*and found out, inside, that his boarded-up windows weren’t to protect the historic stained glass after all; someone had already thrown something through two of them and they’d been removed. As it wasn’t the one with the confederate flag the motives remain obscure, although Gaby now flies Old Glory prominently outside the front door just in case.
Wow, thanks for all the great photos, the views of the bar, the road, and home on the Desert! Wet, dry, and so on…
I’m sorry to read that Gaby has to fly the flag to be safe. When I was single digits young, my grandparents lived at Clear Lake and I spent the summers there. There was a black guy nearby who lived in a tarpaper shack and he flew the only flag I ever remember seeing there. I was told that white people didn’t have to fly the flag because they were, by default, Americans but he had to fly the flag so his shack didn’t get burned down. It seemed so unfair that I still remember it.
Seems we’re getting unfair all over again…if it ever let up.
Who decided the Scenic Byway ended right there on 447? Looks like some mighty find scenery ahead!
It doesn’t appear to have a proper turnaround for tourists to do a 180 and return to scenic Wadsworth.
The handicap signs in Gerlach aren’t weathering the elements very well; just like Texas. Choosing to avoid regulation, they have their own power grid, which means they can’t to borrow power from nearby states. Bottom line, they did not weather the big freeze very well. Of course their Re-puppet-can Governor turned the weather disaster political by claiming the Green New Deal would have made things much worse. Wrong. Well, at least he didn’t forsake the Lame Star State and fly off to Cancun like Teddy Cruz did!
Enjoy your stay in the scenic Silver State, I hope the frozen winds abate a bit for ya.