Leaving Nevada

 It seemed like our troubles have switched off. We had a really relaxing evening in Elko then the next morning launched out of the Walmart parking lot without trepidation. The day was filled with squally little rain bursts and I took lots of photos of clouds as we headed east and finally left the I-80 corridor.

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 We went north around the Great Salt Lake Desert and camped near the hamlet of Rosette but never found the short cut we were looking for to City of Rocks which is across the state line in Idaho.

 City of Rocks was named by the great Caucasian invasion (Michael's term) that started in 1843 and lasted just under 40 years... until the coast to coast railroad made the torturous crossing obsolete. The travelers came across the prairie and saw the rocks we saw and some had enough energy left to remark and others to sketch or sign their names on a rock. Nowhere is record of the original people who lived here though.. with over 50,000 newcomers flooding through their homelands they just moved aside, according to the white history.

 We were just delirious with happiness to be somewhere beautiful and to be able to hike and relish the new countryside.