We left Sacramento early this morning, taking interstate 80 to the east side of Reno where we picked up route 50. Folks are trying to make this road a tourist memory like route 66 with even less luck. Route 50, built for the telephone lines as well as rail and roads, is aptly nicknamed "the loneliest road in America." Lots of straightaways across deserts of sage and dry lakes. Lots of up and downs on twisting roads through mountain ranges. Most of the day we were above 3800 feet, even at the low points. Now, in Ely, Nevada, we're in the heart of the Great Basin. So far the car has behaved.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Day 19 - The loneliest road in America - Route 50
We left Sacramento early this morning, taking interstate 80 to the east side of Reno where we picked up route 50. Folks are trying to make this road a tourist memory like route 66 with even less luck. Route 50, built for the telephone lines as well as rail and roads, is aptly nicknamed "the loneliest road in America." Lots of straightaways across deserts of sage and dry lakes. Lots of up and downs on twisting roads through mountain ranges. Most of the day we were above 3800 feet, even at the low points. Now, in Ely, Nevada, we're in the heart of the Great Basin. So far the car has behaved.
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