Day 9

First thing, I had no idea how many photos we had taken till I tried to organize them. I promise to get some up either here or on Facebook. That said, day 9 was a little less stress full. We left Scipio and arrived at our first leg of the loneliest road in America, in Ely (pronounced El-y). This section of 50 is just that lonely. We travel up small mountains across 30-50 mile flat sections and back up mountains, all the while nothing, nothing, nothing on either side as far as you can see. I have to really be proud of our ancestors who made this trek in wagons and horse back. The highlight of some of the trip was counting dust devils on either side of road. Oh did I mention that as much as we have enjoyed this trip, if I do not see snow capped mountains again for a long time, it will be fine with me. Will bed down at Walmart in Fallon Nv. tonight.