The Great Western Loop: Highway Robbery And A Plane Crash
We awoke the next morning to, you guessed it, more rain. Luckily it did not rain a lot over night, but it did rain enough that the few people that had setup camp out on the desert had woken up during the night and moved their camp closer to the edge.
With the weather threating to dump more rain, we quickly packed up camp and made our way down the road into Nevada. We were treated with some really cool skies that morning.
And just to be sure the morning was not too wonderful, we had to stop and get some gas.
If you think it hurts to spend $50 on 8 gallons of gas, it hurts even more to do it twice in a row just to get a half tank of gas!
With the trailer unhooked we again headed off in to the wilderness, this time in search of a B-24 that crashed in 1945.
Don’t let that last sunny photo fool you, a few miles down the trail and the weather had set back in.
As the trail got rougher and more remote, it also got wetter and slicker. It finally got to the point where the truck was sliding off the trail and we had to call off the search for the crashed B-24. I was starting to think this was the trip that should not be.
After getting back off the mountains and hooking up the trailer, we laid down some serious highway miles and stayed a night in a RV park. This gave us a chance to clean some clothes, the rigs and our selves. The latter being the most important! I don’t like staying in campgrounds our RV parks, but when I’m forced to we almost always meet some interesting people. This time was no different as we had some good conversation with our neighbor for the night.
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