Monday, morning – time to leave our guest home.
The house sits next to Dianne’s sister’s home and while the owners are in Portugal, they allow members of the sister’s family to stay there. Of course, we never got to meet the owners, but I think we would like them.
I wish we had brought a bottle of some good Colorado wine to leave with them, but we seldom take the good stuff on the road.
Our route back to God’s Country took us across Nevada on U.S. Highway 50, the loneliest road in America.
It’s mostly 70 mph two-lane with an occasional turn.
We made a quick stop in the town of Eureka, one of the few outposts of civilization along the route.
Across the street from the Opera House sits the jail where my lovely wife revisited the spot where she spent some time in her younger days.
We continued into Ely, where Dianne’s nephew gave us a free room in a motel he now owns.
While the room was clean and comfortable, we did have to put up with a bit of road construction out front.
The next day, we headed out past Wheeler Peak and Great Basin National Park…
…and into Utah…
Where, of course, we stopped at Ray’s Tavern…
…for bacon cheese burgers and a glass of evolution amber beer.
Ninety miles later, we arrived at home…
…where a full beaver super moon soon poked through the naked cottonwood trees behind our patio.
