Elko, Nevada Sept 7th

Well, we packed up the car this morning and left around 10am. We actually left around 9:30, but drove around Lincoln getting gas, leaving leftovers at Grandma’s and then going back home to turn the water off (hope the plants don’t mind. Just kidding inside only). In any case, we made the drive to Reno via I-80. We’ve driven to Reno several times, so once we were beyond Reno, it seemed like a real vacation.


Evidently, we were one of the few who were told that the Big Ball Of Yarn (BBOY) is EAST, not west. As you can see, we went the right way! Yeah!

Nevada is pretty…. Uh… boring. Lots of nothing. Nothing like scrub grass, sand, prisons (2), and coal power plants that appear to be driving bauxite ore aluminum plants. Hmmm. Nothing at all looked like the BBOY.

We did stop for lunch in Lovelock, Nevada. We parked at the Meadowview Estates and had lunch in Bart.


We had hoped to go into the Meadow View Sales office, get some brochures, free water and go to the bathroom, but, alas, there was no sales office (or bathroom). I’m not sure how quickly the 183 home sites will sell, but we decided to press on and maybe find somewhere else to retire.

Did you ever try to do something simple and it turned into some involved situation that you couldn’t imagine? Well, when we finished lunch in Bart at the delightful Meadow View Estates, I walked around the front of Bart to get into the driver’s seat, as it was my turn to drive. Somehow, I managed to collect many, many stickers and such on my sandals and tracked them into Bart. I took the carpet out and shook it but the stickers stuck. (Appropriately named I guess.) I tried flicking each sticker but got one stuck in my finger. OUCH! Bob is sitting in Bart just shaking his head. I put the carpet back, and then proceeded to try to get the stickers off the bottom of my sandals. Bob took my sandals, and used his knife to get them off. Great, we can get on our way. Except a fly has crept in and likes to land on my feet and ankles while I’m driving. No problem, I’ll just put it on cruise control (at 75mph, the speed limit!) and move my feet around when the fly lands. Bob is not happy with this, so I got off the freeway, and we opened both doors and shooed the fly out. Now I can drive while not jerking my feet around. It’s the simple things that matter. All I wanted to do was walk around Bart to get in the driver’s side. It’s always something…. Luckily I was driving as I think Bob would have turned back to Sacramento and left me off!


Here are some more pictures of the nothing of Nevada.

As far as you can see to the future,



and as far as you can see in the past.




“Who knows where the road will lead us, only a fool can say.” Sammy Cahn