Nevada Driving

We had to rip through Nevada to make it to San Francisco. We stopped one night in a place called Battle Mountain. We parked next to an active rail line, which shook the RV on the hour with another long haul train carrying freight. We also parked next to a redneck's dream, an outdoor 80's and 90's cover band, and a dude named Breezy, doing tattoo's out of his trailer--never-you-mind that he was about three sheets to the wind off od PBR and whiskey.

Here are some photos from a bridge we stopped at: