May 30, 2018, Salina, UT-
She was not happy that I left, before she got out of school. I sent a message that I would try to return, weather-permitting, during the winter holidays. There are souls who I have known forever and souls with whom I have found a bond, almost instantaneously, in this lifetime. B is of the latter category.
Some could say it is tricky, for a man in late middle age and a child, especially a girl, to be thus bonded. There is no skeevy factor, no EEEEWW. I am here strictly to foster a very keen mind, to stoke dreams that will someday raise at least one person’s section of the world to a whole new level. My friend J.R. Cline knows of what I speak.
I made the drive east, along U.S. Highway 50, whose Nevada portion is billed as “The Loneliest Highway in America. It was too soon after breakfast to stop at Susie’s, so I went past Fallon. Lake Lahontan also seemed to be at or near the same level as last year, so no stop there, either. In the usual spot at the base of the mountain leading up to Pony Canyon, and Austin, there was another stranded vehicle, as was the case last year. This time, the couple were headed west and had already called a tow truck. I continued on, and enjoyed a simple, but satisfying burger and cup of soup at Toiyabe Cafe.
Through the Toiyabe, past Eureka, through Ely, I went. Silver State Restaurant, which I patronized two years ago, has gone belly-up. That’s a big hole, on Ely’s west side. I wasn’t ready for dinner, though, and I was planning on enjoying my salad greens, anyway.
After briefly checking out the nearby town of McGill, I headed south and east. That brought me here, to the veteran-owned Ranch Motel.
So, here will begin Day 5, and I will get at least as far as the Front Range, on the never-lonely I-70.