Into the Desert, Quick, Before the Sun Goes Down! The picture below shows part of the valley where Carson City, Nevada lies. Carson City's only an hour east of Tahoe. I was getting hungry, and definitely planned to eat there. In my pre-trip planning, I also thought that this would be a good place to stay my first night less expensive, certainly, than Lake Tahoe. As I came down toward town, though, another plan was hatching in my mind: spending the night in a town fifty or a hundred miles still further east, away from "civilization" altogether. That would surely be even more economical.
After dinner, I drove straight to a gas station to fill up and get directions out of town on 50 East. I didn't want to drive 100 miles in the desert, then see a sign and realize I'd gone the wrong way. Been there, done that. There at the gas station, something rather significant took place. Driving in, I'd seen this young woman, who faced the main drag of Carson City with her sign at this strategic intersection where Highway 50 made its turn. After filling up, I approached her and asked what had happened, to lead her to do what she was doing. She was happy to tell me, and began narrating the story of a terrible accident she'd been in. I didn't have time to hear all the details, so she pulled some xeroxed papers out of her pocket and gave them to me. You can read her harrowing, cautionary tale. ( Athena's story) After talking with Athena, I continued on, toward Fallon and SLEEP! Next: "Listening To Baseball in the Nevada Desert"back to Lake Tahoe Comments? Questions? Sign the Guestbook |