Wednesday 16 August 2017

Sunday, August 13th, 2017

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!


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