Yesterday we drove along the Humboldt River, an area rich in history. From Fallon to Battle Mountain was pretty ho hum but as we left Battle Mountain the mountains became more prominent, covered with snow and surrounded with misty clouds. We ate lunch at a rest stop and read a marker telling about when the Donner party camped in that location. An altercation developed between two of the men and one was shot. The shooter and his family were then banned from the wagon train and forced to find their own way to California. Later, when the Donner party was stranded in the Sierras, the same shooter was one of the men who volunteered to bring supplies up into the mountains for the Donners.
This morning we'll pass the famous salt flats where races for land speed records are always held. And then on to Salt Lake City. We hope to stop just across the border of Utah in Wyoming.
Harry has settled down to stretching out on the back seat of the truck and snoozing.
The weather has been perfect. We are in winter again. Or at least, cold spring. I put another blanket on the bed last night.