| It was about three and one half decades after I first
started driving in the West before I took the most direct route -- which is
not very direct -- between Reno and Las Vegas. It was November, and
before too many weeks Northern Nevada would see a surprising amount of snow.
But this morning nothing was more threatening than some remaining layers of clouds sticking
to the mountains beyond U.S. 95, heading south from Fallon. The main
road between the state's two largest cities is two lanes for hundreds of
miles, and this day there was only a modest amount of traffic. |
