It was such a relief to get out of the smoke of Oregon and Northern Calif.
Daisy and I spent a lovely, quiet, smoke-free night in Lassen National Forest before heading on to Reno.
Susanville has a deer problem.
Something happens in the desert that loosens the imagination. Between Susanville and Reno, when, in the middle of absolutely nowhere, I passed this lone tree. Good thing I saw it because the scenery had become so static I was beginning to get sleepy.
I did an abrupt turnaround. What in the world? A fungus?
Shoes! Lots and lots of shoes!
Some of them were so high up in the tree I wondered at the acrobatics that it took to get them there.
I didn't see anything in my size.
We may be shoeless but we will always have each other....
Soon after passing the 'shoe tree' I came upon this bus that was obviously used as a live aboard camper....
...and those are all bicycles! Dozens and dozens of bicycles!
It was a few days later that I read that hundreds of bicycles had been deserted in the desert after the Burning Man Festival ended. Whoever was in that bus was on his way to a new business.
Puckerbrush population...28 hardy people.... and one business.
I spent the night.