Been there, done that

Down the hill from a local yokel shooting range, dirt road off of 395 just West of Reno, Nevada
So close to Home, Black Rock City, Nevada, that we jiggle with nervous excitement. We are here early, can you believe it? We gave ourselves a couple of extra days just in case...just in case the van broke down...just in case we got stuck in the mud again...just in case we couldn't drive like maniacs for one day or two. Now we have to figure out what to do with ourselves until the dogs get boarded and we head up to Burning Man.

Just before Reno the heat breaks a bit, which is absolutely lovely. It's been fine at night, cool enough with windows open to sleep just fine, but the day has been difficult, hot wind dehydrating us, deafening us with the windows open. Sometimes, just sometimes, we really wish we had a/c. Not really, because that would require an RV or something, but...

We have a million silly errands to do tomorrow in Reno, dog stuff, verifying vaccinations, blah blah blah, you don't want to hear about that! We will get a HOTEL tomorrow night, but tonight we camp out on the edge of Reno, down a desert road, off the giant (for us) highway we've come into town on. We hear gunshots until just after dark. The dogs are nervous, we are nervous, but we close all the curtains on the van and pretend that if we can't see them, they can't see us. The desert is lovely here, a little pink to go with all the yellow, lots of sage and scrub-shrub.