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The Middle Of Nowhere

Rain almost robbed us in Middlegate.nv-0915-2016-013

Escaping the Reno metro area (and earning Bonus Miles for taking an alternate route*), Ulrich and I motored east on Lonely Highway 50. Middlegate was to be our base while we visited the Navy’s electronic bombing range in nearby Dixie Valley.

A rainstorm had preceded us; dirt roads in its wake would be impassable for…days. We had two.

But the porous soil drinks rain almost as fast as it falls, and so we kept our date with surplus targets in Dixie on our second day there.

Better yet, we met Martin, from Switzerland, who was walking across America. We stayed a night in the Rawhide House (and got the door mostly closed). Ate some good food (Martin commented that, in America, “everyone can cook.”) nv-0913-2016-021-copy

Listened to Paul Smith sing the blues. Felt unhurried, and Welcome.

Places like this used to be called oases. This one still is.

*When asking for directions, remember: the person(s) you query may have moved there five days prior to your arrival. But they won’t tell you that. And do yourself a favor: don’t use an outdated map.

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