Nevada's Wranglers

We spend our first night on the road in the Nevada desert, near a wonderful hot spring in which we happily dip upon late night arrival and late morning awaking. There are a network of such springs throughout the American West, with various creative bathing tubs built and maintained by an informal corps of "desert rats" in RVs and Jeeps. And check out this campsite: just us, the infinite sky... and a feral donkey (there are huge herds of 'wild' horses and donkeys roaming the Nevada desert) that woke us up in the middle of the night braying loudly just outside the tent!



We're driving I-50, the "loneliest highway" they call it, and sure enough all we see are long stretches of very straight roads between valleys and ranges of the West. Luckily, we find a friendly town for lunch:



So friendly that all the employees in the diner/bar where we stop for lunch wear Tshirts most welcoming to us:



In case you can't read it, the T-shirt says, "WRANGLERS: Western Ranchers Against No Good Leftist Environmentalist Shitheads." Gotta love Nevada wranglers! (NB: en anglais "wranglers" est un synonyme de cowboys) We snuck quietly out of town, keeping our fuel efficient vehicle with California license inconspicuous...