Aaaachooo from the end of the road

Aeons ago, I had allergy shots which provided a cure. Now, suddenly, 77 miles from the nearest store my hay fever has gone into high gear. I'm making do with some Tylenol cold medicine which stops the sneezing and runny nose.

We do laundry in an "egg" which works pretty well for small hand laundry stuff like underwear and socks but not towels. For towels and sheets, you go to Bruno's laundromat, all three washers. Bruno's has a monopoly here. Restaurant, gas station, motel, casino, laundromat, rental mobil homes, you name it, Bruno's got it.

If I ever went into the witness protection program, I might consider Northern Nevada.

Last night there was a "talent show' at one of the local watering holes. This town has several bars, including Brunos, of course.

The last of the Burners, the DPW crew were whoopping it up. God, they were young and with attitude and I felt like, well, old, and I left the party to the younger crowd. Some guy knew I had written a book and maybe he said he had it or had read it. In the noise I couldn't hear. Came home and watched CSI Miami, Nip/Tuck and House. Nip/Tuck is one sick weird program, but it compels. House was one I had seen before. So it goes.

The sun is rising and I can see a gazillion ripe pears on a tree a few doors down. My black sweater is drying on the line from yesterday. We made Spanish Rice with the wonderful tomatoes from the garden and some other stuff that was lying around. I like to take a look at what's available in the larder and cook something.

Today we're driving up to the Opal Mine toward Soldier Meadow, so I won't do big cooking.

Greetings and Aaachhhooo from the end of the road.

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When The Pavement Ends, The West Begins

Here are some photos at the End of the Road. The scenery is en route to Soldier Meadow way the hell north even of Gerlach. We picked up some cool rocks and admired a few wild flowers.

If The Dog Could Blog

Friend of a friend took off from Gerlach, NV for Soldier Meadow, NV, a place of beauty and isolation and even danger, for the land is wild, the snakes are big and plentiful and coyotes and mountain lions are always stalking a ready meal. (MRE).
http://www.soldiermeadows.com/

The friend of a friend took his dog along, as one would. The dog is a 40 pound dog, a pound dog, formerly a city dog, then a suburban dog, not a farm or ranch dog. The dog had been to Soldier Meadow before, which may or may not account for his behavior, which was to take off over the hills after a rabbit. Doggy doings.

Except he didn't come back. And when the dog's master and friends called and whistled and searched, the dog was, like, gone. After a harrowing search, they finally returned to the West Coast, minus one pet. Of course all sorts of horrible images came to mind. Big ugly rattlers, stealthy cougars. Hungry coyotes. Innocent suburban dog.

This was about a week ago, maybe longer. Today I heard that the dog, hungry and tired and undoubtedly footweary, had appeared at the ranch. If animals could blog, that dog would have some story.