North Maple Rag

The last time I drove through Nevada, I ran over a huge chunk of a tire on the interstate. It was the middle of the night and it took us a while to figure out that it had partially disloged a part of my car. We ended up tying my car back together in a parking lot in Elko.

I'm happy to report that nothing similar happened this time. We saw a lot of barren landscape and many, many casinos, but that was it. We also stopped in Las Vegas, but that experience gets a separate post.