Squeezing the dogs into the unaccustomed privation of Linda’s Tacoma we headed south  through Sunday night’s washouts past Willey’s secure compound outside of Gerlach…

…continuing south to the glare of Fallon and less occluded air east, running against a tide of vintage Packards which peaked around lunchtime in Austin, no more to be seen though closely trailed by dozens of not-at-all vintage Corvettes [neither shown] as we climbed out of town to   Bob Scott campground, deserted;

After lunch crossed the increasingly overcast-to-rainy landscape into Utah, gas in Salina, for a welcome dinner on the Green River at the Tamarisk, which wine now makes more expensive, followed by a decent night’s sleep at the Six next door despite the sewage-fishy smell on the outside stairs…

Second day, seventh of July, east into showers to walk the Trail Through Time to its ever convenient outhouse. [not shown, though the rock outside it is]

After huge wet breakfasts in Grand Junction [also not shown; anybody know a good breakfast spot in Grand Junction or Delta?] through the Gunnison and over Monarch, wetly, to shop in Salida…

…continuing [wetly] down the Arkansas to Cotopaxi, through Westcliffe and the back of the Front Range [aka “Wet Mountains”] to the Gardner Post Office some thirty-one hours after Gerlach’s…

and so to misty Libre by four…

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