Day 2 consisted of over 300 miles of driving on what Life Magazine dubbed the Loneliest Road in America back in 1986. The Nevada Department of Tourism has decided to run with that description and have turned it into a tourist “destination.”
Once you get west of Fallon there is pretty much of nothing along the whole way across the state. There are three whole named places along the route, two of which have populations of around 100 and are nothing more than glorified gas stops. We are spending the night in the third, Ely, a city of 4,000 that benefits from being a crossroads of 3 separate US routes, 6, 50 & 93.
This is a real pretty drive, but we probably won’t be picking it as our default route between Klamath Falls and Santa Fe any time soon. Speaking of time, for some reason my phone has already changed from Pacific Time to Mountain Time even though we are 40 miles as the crow flies to the Utah border where the change point is.
Somewhere around the middle of the loneliest road, literally in the middle of nowhere, the rental car rolled through its twenty fourth thousand mile.