The End of the Road

So here I am on Mother's Day at the end of the road in Northern Nevada on an unspecified mission. (mystery!)   Yesterday in Reno I finally made it into St Vincent's Resale Shop, mentioned multiple times in Festival Madness.  There was a really cool Mission desk for $50.00, but whatchagonnado?

Saw lots of wildflowers yesterday, none of which I could identify.  Cool pelicans all over beautiful blue Pyramid Lake.  Swallows darting over the road. 

Saw the Mother of All coyotes yesterday morning en route to Reno.  Big critter.  Must have had a belly full of rabbits.  

Lots of folks smoking in Reno, and funky old western buildings, sleaze, hot sun.  People are friendly, and I've been gone from the West for so long that this takes one aback.  Sad, really, to be startled by friendliness.  Very sad.   

I drink rum and sit on the porch in the evening, listening to the birds and petting a friendly cat.  So things are good at the end of the road. 

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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.