East of Ely, Nevada
East
of Ely
The terrain is unique for us as we go
through it. The desert is unforgiving by
day, with its heat, but it can also be relentless for ice-like air currents in
the morning, as they move through the mountains within that desert. During the day, we can see little twisters,
dust devils, where a gust of wind suddenly, from nowhere, picks up sand and
dust and whirls it around. On Friday, we
barely escaped a surprise sand storm.
Well, it was a surprise to us.
Vegetation changes from low shrubs to short
trees. The junipers are prevalent with
their cedar-like scent. Around every
corner, something new bedazzles you, and then, at least for a while, there is
no corner, curve or bend. You are in
some infinite basin of openness.
Jackrabbits and now chipmunks dominate the
land, while crows and hawks patrol the sky.
They have their ground-holes and trees.
What do we have? A pretty good
deal. Motel owners with origins from
Gujarat accommodate us and even cook for us at times. We are being looked after.
During my evening walk, a man with a strong
southern drawl asked, “R yah broke down?”
He also wanted to know if I read the Bible.
An elderly couple pulled over to warn that
it is dangerous when the sun goes down.
On the other hand, a police officer checked out if I was an escapee in
an orange jumpsuit. There is a state
prison nearby.
“I get that all the time,” I told him.
May the Source be with you!
20 mi
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