A quick note from out in front of the Nipton Trading Post. Sitting here with The Raven seeing the storms roll across the valley, a promise of rain so far unkept.
It rained here yesterday but good. The road washed out a little up toward Mountain Pass, and evidence of flood in the parking lot here.
It feels as much like home here as anywhere does to me these days.
Soon we’ll head to Searchlight for supplies and then spend the night beneath the desert stars. The moon is a thin waxing crescent, an accessory to the sunset.
lovely, Chris. I’m with you in spirit!
we had a family picnic out at pt. pinole—also watched a couple of trains go by, but mostly watched other things. and ate and talked and laughed, of course.