Wild Burro Range

It came strolling across my view, twirling its cane. After striking this provocative pose, it twiched its tail a couple of times; I made appreciative compliments and expressed admiration and envy.

Recognizing the tableau and the exquiste circumstances that'd brought us together: the closure of highway 120, being enroute to meetup with She-of-the-Capri, and, most traumatically, NO PIE! at Benton Station, I snapped its portrait.

Lizard On a Rock

See it...on top, near the rightmost point?

The Marietta Wild Burro Range is on highway 360 a tad over 7 miles from where it intersects 95. It cuts the corner between 6 and 95 and provides a slower-paced respite from 95's hell-bent-for-leather. And the solitude provides a quiet spot in which to lick the wound of the loss at Benton Station. See:

https://newmexnomad.blogspot.com/2013/06/pie-helps-make-life-worth-living.html?m=1

Benton Station

Coming from the east, Boundary Peak can be, by me at least, mistaken for the Sierras.

Boundary Peak East

Boundary Peak West

LATER

The pies were baked by the Paiute women on the nearby Reservation. They made Benton Station a destination. This time, the store was closed and didn't look as if it was going to reopen.

The gas pumps were on...$6.85/gal for regular and $7.08 for premium. Water came from the spigot in front just like the olde days.

Highway 120 was closed at Benton Hot Springs. There was nothing to do but go back to Nevada.

Shade

As anyone who's been in a desert will affirm, shade makes the difference.

Now, at a few minutes after 9:00 a.m., it's already too warm to go clothesless. A white shirt, preferably a wet white shirt, is essential. 

El es Dee

A splendid spot. Far enough from the highway to not hear it but still be able to walk to it if necessary.

About 30 miles east of Bishop, California...in Nevada.

It's officially sumpin' when the anticipatory morning awning goes up...at 8 pm.

It's looking a tad scruffy. Maybe time to retire it....he said in that slow, post-LSD way.

Nah, it works fine as a sunshade.

International Car Forest

At the time it didn't seem worthy of posting. But now, 8.Jan.24., waiting for hospice to call, I noticed I still have the photos and I figure they might save someone from wasting their time & gas. Or, who knows, one takes one's pleasures where one finds them. Anyway...

Historical Marker Rd

5.1 miles from Rachel, including the 1.2 miles I came up from the highway. Alien Cowpoke Gas and A'Le'Inn constitute the "town." Though it's not listed on Google Maps, I'm countin' on there being a bordello.

Mt. Baldy, a few miles to the SW, is a tad over 9,000 ft.

Tap & spred fingerz to enlargen.

Daz Rachel down der in dee valley. An' dat straight line gwan t'oadz dee mountun be duh highway.

Reed Springs Rd, NV

On 375 west of Crystal Springs which is north of Alamo. Alamo has the creepy grocery-convenience store with the semi-trauler on the hill with TRUMP 24 on it.

The air was cool enough to be able to the steam coming up. It was one of those phenomenas that evokes the recognition of having shelter.

I felt better that morning and enjoyed ambling what I guessed to be a little over a quarter mile.

There's a fine view that's somewhat occluded by smog.