Heading across Nevada

I know I am easily entertained. It was so exciting to see old fashioned telephone poles! I remember leaning against the window as my Dad drove us across Montana on our way to North Dakota and watching the telephone poles go by. The only other thing to see other than farmland were the Burma Shave signs, so telephone poles were the big entertainment on the long drive--back in the olden days. ; )

Learned something new at one of the rest stops--we didn't realize President Eisenhower was the one to start the ball rolling on Interstate Highways. Also learned that the grassy looking stuff at the Rest Areas is not grassy and has lots of awful stickers to get stuck in dog's paws. We are now only walking on pavement and gravel and bare dirt.

Poor Gary stubbed his toe just before we left Roseville and it is lots of pretty colors now. It is sticking out a little funny, too. He pulled on it to straighten it out, but it is either dislocated or broken. We are very thankful for cruise control.

Resort Parks International--sounds like these should be nice places, right? All the other RPI's we've stayed at have been lovely. This photo is the "clubhouse" at this RPI in Wells, NV. There is only space for about 12-15 motorhomes and all gravel and dirt. There are a few trees, one of which is new to us and full of stickers. Lots of stickers inhabit this high desert.

We drove through Battle Mountain, which is one of those places where if you blink you miss it. Then Gary decided we should not eat lunch in the RV, so we stopped in Elko. We found a Pizza Hut that is still a sit-down restaurant and we had a ball people watching--it was very busy. There were two teenage boys having a birthday party and a mother with 5 daughters ranging in age from about 2 to 12, plus two of their friends. So far this was the highlight of the trip--laughed the whole time we were waiting for our food. Good thing, since my pizza did the usual thing and didn't arrive. Gary was finished eating and we finally asked for it to go. Got out to the RV to eat it and sure enough--they put sauce on it, so it is now Gary's. Smelled good, though.

No TV here tonight so I am going to knit. Couldn't talk Gary into a game of Scrabble. He is resting. Tomorrow we hope to get going early so we can spend some time seeing Salt Lake City.