Weather is still unsettled in this part of the country so we are treated to dramatic looking skies for much of the trip.  Across the valley and along mountain ridges to either side bright billowing pillow-like clouds erupt above dark menacing storm fronts where rain streaks toward the ground.  It mists then pours then clears.  There is a burst of brilliant sunlight then it all closes in again.  Wind buffets the motorhome particularly fierce as we cross passes or the widest open spaces.  It is a bit hard on the driver but pretty spectacular for me.     

Wild burros are along this stretch of US-95 too.  We come to Hawthorne NV home of the largest arms depot in the world.  Row after row of earthen bunkers march across the scrub brush desert.  Impressive…a bit frightening to imagine a time when one might “need” all this fire power.  The road takes a very unexpected turn as we climb cliff-side along Walter Lake.  A very curling section of 95 is carved into the jagged bare rock face along the west shore.  They warn of big horn sheep crossing.  I keep out a sharp eye but see none.  It is all beautiful in its own desert kind