Can you call it a roadside attraction if the road itself is what’s interesting?

Probably not, but the boys and I had the opportunity to enjoy this desolate drive along Highway 50. Nevada is desert with a number of north/south-running mountain ranges that have squished up over the millennia. Highway 50 cuts straight across the heart of it, a long series of alternating flats and steep mountain passes. I can honestly say that we saw more bicyclists (?!) than automobiles between Ely and Fallon, Nevada. I called the boys’ attention to the first few dry lakes, but, let’s face it. If you’ve seen one perfectly flat expanse of alkali, you’ve seen them all.