Years and years ago the 20-mule team borax wagon trains plied Death Valley hauling the borax out, then with the introduction of the modern machines to do this, the mules (burros) were let loose. And they roam everywhere now. As we were driving in town the other day, we saw burros everywhere - in yards, in the grassy marsh area, roaming along. They are protected so you can't kill them or harm them. Mostly at night you can hear them braying, and then the coyotes crying as they run by us, and I have to say, I love it. Every night about an hour after sunset, the coyotes waken and cry and run by. Each one has its own distinctive cry. And the burros do too. Each time I hear the burros I think of the old TV show, Hee-haw. That's what it sounds like! Dave went looking for them after hearing the braying yesterday and he said they watched every step he took, definitely did not want him near.
Eee-haw |
Hey - I am watching you! |
There is no other road between Reno and Las Vegas other than the route we took to get here - Route 95. High speed (70) one lane each way, very rare to see a town, no stop lights, but heavy traffic. We see 18 wheelers with military gear on their flat beds zooming by, we suppose from Hawthorne or even Nellis Air Force Base which is within this Area 51.
A different note - I saw this morning that where we were last week - snow covered! Donner Pass, Crater Lake, Lassen - all snow covered. Got out in time!
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