The decision to leave Las Vegas in high winds was a sketchy one. Wind gusts of 30 to 40 miles per hour can really throw the RV for a quick ride into the next lane if you’re not extremely careful. Even being careful, the wind can still chuck you. The best bet when it’s windy like this is to just drive slow. Well, that won’t be a problem starting out because it’s bumper to bumper traffic on the 15 northbound out of Vegas. The radio was reporting a couple wrecks ahead. Bummer.
After a half an hour we were clear of traffic and on our way north along highway 93, The Great Basin Highway. Thankfully, this highway is situated in the middle of mountainous ranges on each side that helped block the fierce and penetrating wind. That was good. Unfortunately, the highway is pretty damn boring. Thank the lord I got that CD player fixed. Lana popped in a country mix with The Randy Rogers Band, Zach Brown Band, Gary Allen and more. In my head I was thinking… “this is gonna be a great trip”.
The weather was still blistering hot while leaving Vegas. Every 50 miles north we drove it seemed to cool down a bit. I was really looking forward to arriving atPahrangat Lake to take a quick swim and cool off. No such luck. The lake was pretty much brown in color and didn’t look too appealing.
Apparently we were on the Pahrangat Wildlife Refuge but didn’t really see much wildlife except a few birds, ducks, lizards and bugs. Declining the dip in the water we decided to continue north for cooler weather.
The further north we drove the more boring it got. The road signs did make it interesting though. We were in Alien Country. Yippee! Most of my teenage life I was pretty fascinated with Area 51, aliens and government conspiracy issues. You can thank late night talk radio host Art Bell and his Coast to Coast AM show for that.
We never actually got withing eye sight of Area 51 but the signs sure wereentertaining. I’m not even sure the public can get close enough to see any visual evidence of Area 51. Even if you could, I wouldn’t recommend this place for a family vacation unless you’re a bunch of crazy nut jobs. You can travel here via Google Earth and see for yourself and save some gasoline.
So we kept driving, and driving and driving. As we started making some serious progress north we finally witnessed some greenery coming into view. We barely traveled through the edge of the Humboldt National Forest and then ended up in Ely Nevada. It was getting dark and I was tired of driving. Time to hunker down for the night.
Wikipedia has this to say about Ely… “Ely was founded as a stage coach station along the Pony Express and Central Overland Route. Ely’s mining boom came later than the other towns along US 50, with the discovery of copper in 1906. Though the railroads connecting the First Transcontinental Railroad to the mines in Austin and Eureka have long been removed, the railroad to Ely is preserved as a heritage railway by the Nevada Northern Railway and known as the Ghost Train of Old Ely.  As of the 2000 census, the population was 4,041.”
I got us a room at the Jailhouse Motel and Casino. It was a run down old place but the whole town kind of seemed like that. We could of just slept in the RV but after that long drive I just wanted to get out of the rig, get a beer in my belly and watch some boob tube on a motel bed. And by boob tube I don’t mean porn. I watch my porn on my computer, thank you very much.
We grabbed a quick bite at the Hotel Nevada across the street and snapped a bunchof random silly pictures inside the joint. You know, stuff like me slam dunking a neon basketball sign, getting freaky with a Bison head, making a midget statue grab my nuts. Yep, super mature photos. If you’d like to see those photos, make sure you “LIKE” my Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/jasonmoffatt and they’ll be uploaded soon.
The food tasted like a hospital cafeteria but we were starving and didn’t complain. At least it’s hard to mess up a Corona and ice cream. That was still pretty solid.
After dinner, we returned to the room and fell asleep watching reruns of Tosh.0 and Facebooking away.
So I’m curious. Have you ever seen a alien or a UFO? Tell me your story. I’ll tell you mine in the comments tomorrow.
Jason Moffatt is a former private detective turned internet marketer who uses his skills of keen observation and deductive reasoning to pinpoint the easiest paths to success online. He’s passionate about helping entrepreneurs in the health & wellness field along with those in the personal development space. Jason believes we’re all a work in progress and that each day presents an opportunity to be a little be better than the last.