Highway 50 across Nevada is called the loneliest road in America and for good reason. Mile after mile of uninhabited land. We drove across it during the “magic hours” of evening when the sun paints landscapes into fantastical beauty. Every turn provided a photo op.
We did wonder if it would be the first night ever that we couldn’t find a hotel – but an hour or two after darkness fell, we did reach a town that had a good hotel – with vacancies.
This picture was taken the next morning at the Great Basin National Park.
