This evening finds us at a Motel 6 in Winnemucca, Nevada. For those who have read Armistead Maupin's wonderful Tales of the City, Winnemucca is where Mrs. Madrigal lived as a child - in her mother's house of prostitution. My first impressions of the town and the motel are positive.
We made our escape from the
Today we drove through some breathtaking, evergreen-clad mountains which bordered the Trinity River in northern California. We were on a twisting, winding road and had to stop numerous (at least three) times due to road repair work. But those stops gave me time to study the atlas and figure out the shortest route to Reno, Nevada. All told, we put in 460 miles on the road, about twenty more than yesterday. Tomorrow we will begin the day on Interstate 80, a very smooth and straight highway that should give us some quick miles.
We must be in Nevada because every gas station houses a casino! Fortunately, I don't gamble - except for the odd lottery ticket - or I would be tempted to bet the Conestoga and oxen, and if I lost I could console myself by riding on home in style on a Greyhound Stage Coach!