Well, we’re on our way up to Idaho. The Great Basin Highway is basically a two lane road that rolls though absolute desolation. In fact, Lloyd and I would like to issue a public service announcement to those seeking perfect nothingness in the form of Nirvana, (the state of being, not the influential grunge band from the early 90s) it appears to be located just north of Hiko on Nevada State Route 318.
It’s hard to imagine anything at all living out here but we did see a chipmunk cross the highway a few miles back. The corridor of hills and small mountains in the distance stand in opposition to one another. In the east, the landscape is covered in shrubbery and the distant peaks are heavily peppered with trees. To the west, the mountains are more traditionally bare and sharp. Occasionally we come across areas of greener grass but for the most part, it is a menacing, bleached earth covered in patchy scrub brushes like an adolescent attempt at facial hair.
(The rest of the drive was something like this)
We’re still here…
And we’re still here…
“I think I just saw a dead body on the side of the road. Don’t cross the mob.”
Yes, we’re still here…
“Was that a woman driving with a bird in the passenger seat?”
(Silence)
Seinfeld
Hey, we're in Idaho.We finally arrived at our hotel in Boise around 9:00. It is by far the nicest room of the trip. A large suit complete with a couch, large comfy beds, an easy chair and two sinks. The rest of the night was spent eating pizza and watching Jaws.
So far, I love Idaho.
Still Here,
Harvey
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