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395: The open roadOctober 16, 2009 21:13

In which Harvey crosses a state line for the first time; wild and beautiful scenery is encountered; and we take part in a convoy. Sort of.



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3 June 2009: Beyond Honey Lake, the straight road of US-395 stretched out towards the mountains. It was already starting to “feel” like Nevada, even though we weren’t there yet. The desert has its own aura. I have missed it.

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


We passed a motorcycle recreation area, worn into the hillside. There didn’t seem to be many people around.

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


We looked in on Milton for a registered point of historical interest, but didn’t see anything that might be a plaque. A few miles later we pulled in at a gas station and Don made some changes to the transmission. We ended up being last in a convoy, since everyone decided to leave all at once.

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


We drove to the left of fingerling mountains, with their toes in bright green, irrigated land. The juxtaposition of dry browns and vivid greens never cease to impress.

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


There’s a lot of geology around here, with deep glacial grooves cut into the hillsides. As we traveled further and further south, the scenery became ever more exciting.

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


A few miles north of the state line, hundreds of train cars were parked. At first I thought they were traveling, but then I realized they were simply stored there.

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


What’s this we see? Border Town?

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


Finally! We’d made it to Nevada, and Harvey crossed his first state line. With a nod to Kristin…they grow up so fast! ;)

Along US-395 between Honey Lake and Nevada


We wandered on down into Reno, quickly finding a Wal-Mart. A guard tootled up and told us we’d be good to stay for one night if we wanted, so we partook of that offer, gladly, especially since within half an hour of arrival the thunderstorm finally caught up with us and the skies, quite literally, opened.


We sat inside Harvey and enjoyed technical difficulties: my phone balance was low; I couldn’t reach my contact in Reno, and we couldn’t get online. My laptop disk was full. There were no snarfs, no casino, nothing but a big parking lot and, later, a burger from Wendy’s. It wasn’t quite the night in Reno I was hoping for, but you can’t win them all. ;)

Linda R. Moore

Author, motorcyclist, RVer, petter of cats, mighty huntress of historical markers.


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1 Comment on "395: The open road"

1. Nancy (46 comments.) | October 17, 2009

I hope it gets even better! That your phone bill and finances improve. I’m glad you’re enjoying the trip.

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