It's morning now, and having been stirred from my sleep by two damned jackrabbits racing through my campsite at dawn, I've come down for breakfast. Now I aim to poke around a bit more than begin my drift back towards Carson City and Reno.
And I seriously need to wash this Jeep before I turn it back in. It was Charcoal Gray but it blends with the desert quite well now.
Best roadside sign seen so far: "Will Rodgers never met Harry Reid!"