After leaving Lake Tahoe, we headed east across Nevada on Highway 50, better known as the Loneliest Road in America. The name fits. Long stretches of open country, distant mountains, and not a whole lot in between.
That night we stopped in Austin at a campground run by Austin Baptist Church. We had hookups, which felt pretty great after plenty of less convenient setups along the way. The campground sat right by the road, but on a highway this quiet, that turned out not to matter much once night fell.
Across from the campground was an old car graveyard, which immediately caught Danny’s attention. He wandered over to take a closer look and came back with a few photos of the rusting relics.
It was not the most action-packed stop of the trip, but it was a comfortable overnight on a very empty stretch of road.