The Grand Army of the Republic crosses Nevada

 With Veterans Day coming on we didn't know that this longest transcontinental route across America was named to honor Civil War veterans.  We just picked it because it looked the most remote. It turned out to be really beautiful... your eye always rests at the horizon line on shimmering valley dust or the dark lines of mountain ranges marching out with new summits, all above 6000 feet. There's a few cattle, a few ranches, a few oil and gas rigs, a few Dept. of Defense holdings, some mining but mostly nothing but the subtle living earth and the geological features of its outline.

 It's 168 miles without gas or services of any kind so M pumped veggie oil in at Warm Springs. He remains in prospector mode--we never found his razor cord but he's getting more and more ruggedly handsome as he grows more shaggy.

 Warm Springs, boarded up and posted to keep us out, was really a beautiful little spot. Here's an investment opportunity for you folks... the water was perfect for soaking but I was too chicken to slip through the fence.

 In late afternoon we got into Tonapah. Michael found 25 gallons of veggie oil and we got a movie at the grocery store and hauled out to a BLM road for the night. The morning shows the same struggling unique town with downtown tailings, plastic bag jellyfish, glinting broken glass, casinos and hard held lives here on the sweetly traveled Hwy 6. Even Sal Paradise of On the Road wanted to try Hwy 6 but he never did and we got to. We'll cross into California on it later today-- back to "the mother ship."