Battle Mountain

Since I touched on the subject of Nevada in my last post, I will continue. In Wells, the guy at the gas station tried to sell me tires. Yall not gonna try t'make th'desert with these tires, are yuh? (Two of them were brand new). Then there is Battle Mountain. Their claim to fame: voted the armpit of America by the Washington Post. This is quite a distinction.

I drove across Nevada about as fast as I could. I missed all the good things about the state. I know there must be some. Please enlighten me. Yes, I'm still bitter about the speeding ticket I got in Jackpot.