I love that country. When the kid were little we used to cross Donner Pass and take the little tent trailer to remote spots - east of Bodie past the Nevada line, Pyramid Lake (back when you could camp alone anywhere), Berlin Icthysaur State Park, getting out of the car an hour short of Jackpot to show the kids the late night Milky Way. Across from Herlong (camped in the desert overnight) to the Black Rock Desert region, camped, then in a big circle back to I-80. (Long before the Burning man crowd popularized that region). Before kids, visited Manhattan mid-60's when the mountain was rabbit-hole prospects, before the whole mountain was demolished and run through crushers. One trip to Bonneville Salt Flats to watch motorcycle speed records.
When I was a kid in the 50's my uncle was the USGS specialist mapping mineral resources for the Tonopah-region quadrangle, then later the quadrangle a couple hours north of Elko. He was based at a then-abandoned copper mine near Mountain City and all us cousins were invited up there for weeks, exploring the desert on our own while he worked. He took us along a few times for real adventures up remote canyons etc in his government Willys Wagon. I love the desert.
Photo: Drove the dirt road down the Carson river and camped near Fort Churchill, early spring. We told the kids their ancestors had likely come up this same canyon 140+ years prior. We had to wait for chain control to be lifted to get back over the summit.
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