The Loneliest Road

We are in northern California for Thanksgiving, just outside Sacramento.  We journeyed in our comfy full sized van with two adults, four boys and one dog.  Instead of going along the top on Highway 80, we drove through the middle of Nevada along "the loneliest road in America".  And we loved it.

The towns in Nevada we passed through were clean and cute.  And we really appreciated the lack of traffic.

The last two hours of our drive were eye candy in the mountains.

Though once we lost our daylight, the windy roads were quite scary.  So I was very grateful to arrive in safety and protection.  Now that we are here, the cousins are living it up.  Good times!