Mike had work in Reno this week. He said it would be a long drive so I offered to go with him to entertain him and split up driving duty.
You wouldn’t believe how long it takes to get to Reno from here. However long you are imagining the drive might be, go ahead and add a few more hours to that. Nevada is a tall state and we basically drove the length of it in a day.
As long as the drive was (eight hours) and as monotonous as the scenery was (sage brush and brothels) I loved this little trip. I loved it because it reminded me I love the west. I love living in a place where there is room to run around, or room to run in a straight line for a really long time. I love living in a place with spaces yet to be defined and stories still to be written.
I love the idea of taking something and making it your own.
The prospect of taming/claiming what’s wild.