And the Yucca tree is along US 395 between Las Vegas and Ely, Nevada about a week ago.   I've crossed Nevada on Interstate 80, US 50 (the Lincoln Highway a.k.a. the Loneliest Highway in the US --- it isn't --- US 90 in West Texas might be) and Interstate 15 but this is the first time I've bitten off a major chunk of Nevada driving south to north. It's beautiful.  It's a state filled with mining ghost towns and abandoned railroad rights of ways.   

On this trip I found a neat little museum in a Union Pacific box car next to the UP station in Caliente, Nevada.   All sorts of ancient things ... a manual typewriter.   Remember them?   An iron that you heat on the stove.   My dad's mom used one of those.   A devise for grating cabbage.   My mother used one.    There were all sorts of ancient things from my youth.   Even stopped in beautiful downtown Pioche, Nevada to have my haircut.   Asked the barber what made him settle there.   He told me this long story about how his mom had left his dad and moved west and he hitched ran away and hitched rides to be with mom.   Had been in Nevada ever since.   He named all sorts of places like Auburn and Eureka and Pioche ... little places with a few thousand souls.   Places where the kids come to on the school bus from 50 miles away on a ranch every morning.   They might go 100 miles each day to the high school.   

Yes, there are other pictures of modern light rail but yins probably aren't interested in that.