Woke up this morning in Great Basin National Park and went for a hike.
Noticed that clouds beyond a ridgeline were billowing up into a sort of pseudo-lenticular formation (presumably over Mount Moriah) before dissolving off into nothing.
Then I drove across Nevada on US Highway 50, billed as “The Loneliest Road in America”.
Right now I’m in Reno, and eager to get the hell out.
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