It was snowing a bit at night but by morning only 2 or 3 inches accumulated on grassy patches, and the road was clear. It was very cold outside, probably -5 Celsius. Outside the RV the cold and wind were bone chilling, but inside it was nice and cozy, except right next to the windows.
The kids woke us up at 6am after several episodes during the night. Ron puked twice for some unknown reason. I got the kids ready for the day and by the time Paola joined us we were playing games and eating Cheerios round the table.
After quick maintenance work outside the RV (cold!) including refilling the water tank and shoving the frozen sewer hose back to its place in the RV belly, we continued our eastward trek on Route 50. The scenery became very familiar, a long straight road crossing a valley at 5000-6000 feet, followed by a mountain range that we crossed at 6500-7500 feet. I later read that
We gassed up in Ely, the biggest town around with about 2000 inhabitants. It was a gold rush boom town in the 1850’s. It is the only place we had cellphone reception since
About an hour later we reached
We reached this desolate RV park / restaurant / casino relatively early. It is right on the border between
It’s definitely not as cold as it was last night. I just checked the skies outside and they look clearer. Supposedly this are is the best in the country for star-gazing as there is almost no light pollution. Unfortunately the projectors here in the campground are quite strong. Oh well, we won’t see the milky-way tonight.
Tomorrow we head out to
Good night.
Hemi