Gerlach is one of those magic places at the end of the road. It doesn't look like much during the day: gas station, restaurant, lots of trailers, the water tank, a small post office, new school. No stores. No noise. No malls. No suburbs. Just a sleepy little town. Neighborliness is endemic. And peacefulness. And scenery to chew on. My god, those hills.
I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
I read this week that the King James Bible had been translated and put together by a committee. Can you imagine? An example of divine inspiration if there ever was one.
Photograph is by Chiefmegashear.
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