Route 50, The Loneliest Road in America

I wake up to the rat-tat-tat on the roof: it’s snowing again. It stops long enough for Jere and I to take a walk around the campground. It’s really cold, but there are some wildflowers blooming.

We get back to the trailer to start packing up. We have decided it’s too cold and snowy here, so we’re leaving a day early. As we start to pack up, it starts snowing again.

The drive today is long (close to 350 miles). We start out by stopping in Baker, Nevada to get diesel and pick up some bakery items from the town’s deli. The deli is a quirky, interesting little place. There is a strange 'sculpture' with an old vacuum cleaner and brooms hanging from the ceiling. Apparently there's a group of artists in the area who enjoy creating and displaying playful sculptures in the area. We've seen other samples of their work beside the roads around town.

Jere pays $4.75/gallon for diesel. We’re getting awfully close to our dreaded, but expected, $5/gallon level.

We stop at the historic Hotel Nevada for lunch. Another quirky place with lots of interesting wall decorations.

The weather is cold and every time we come to a mountain pass, we hit rain or snow.

We’re driving on Route 50, advertised as The Loneliest Road in America. Most of the drive is through boring deserts, filled with sagebrush.

Every once in awhile we pass something interesting on this otherwise boring drive, including this gate made out of lots and lots of antlers.

We stop at Fallon, Nevada for the night. We use our Passport America Pass again to get a cheap RV site ($13/full hook-ups). The cheap campsite is appreciated – our afternoon diesel fill-up cost $4.90/gallon….ouch!