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| Kudos to those early pioneers crossing here long ago |
Nevada leaves one with a sense of monotonous boredom viewing the endless barren
rugged landscape along Hwy 50.
It became quite a feat for the motor home engine as JR
maneuvered the rig up and down over seven steep grades of summit peaks at 7800 ft elevations.
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| It is no wonder the road is called “the world’s loneliest highway |
Passing through Reno we pull off in Boomtown’s casino parking lot with a case of eight hours worth of road rummies. After resting a few hours we caught a bite to eat, played black jack on a slot machine for a little while, and called it our last night out on the road. It was a windy canyon so the motor home rocked most of the night but we were too tired to really care.
At dawn I stepped outside in the brisk chilly air to catch the last sunrise of the trip. It didn’t take long to shiver my way back into the cozy comfort of the Chateau with Gaspe, Madeline, and Mohegan our three little bear travel companions until JR awoke. Yukon the little bear whom we lost along the way in Quebec, Canada came to mind in spirit.
It would be just a
few hours until we’d finally reach home in California with the rig intact after
two years and approximately 35,000 miles of travel making a full circle loop of
North America.
We are forever grateful to all the relatives and friends who
extended their hospitality to us around the country. What an incredible
adventure the entire journey has been filled with enough memories and stories
to last a long while. At least until the road beckons us elsewhere to other
places beyond the next horizon. Would we do it again??? You bet...
Nothing in the world gets any better than ones family no
matter how far or wide you ever travel.
