Let’s go back to early September when the West Coast was under fire. Smoke was everywhere. I was getting a bit of cabin fever. Before the fires ignited, I would go out with my photo buddies maybe once a week and we’d drive separately, mask up and enjoy a couple hours of photography. That was enough to keep me smiling while at home.
But since the fires, and the resulting smoke, it wasn’t healthy to be outdoors or let alone shoot. I was trapped. I was walking around our small house complaining and complaining. It must have been bad because Richard said, “Let’s get in the car and go for a ride.”
I said, “Why, there’s smoke everywhere.”
He said, “Maybe it’s not so bad up towards Reno.”
So I grabbed my camera, never leave home without it, and off we went. Our goal was to stop off and find some of the small towns advertised at freeway off Ramps. Our first stop was Alta, a very small town. This is what we found in Alta.
Now there must be more support businesses and housing, but we didn’t find it close to the freeway. Next stop Dutch Flat.
Remember, we just drove along the main streets in these small towns. Next came Gold Run.
We were on our way home when we stopped to see what this was.
I’m thinking it might have been a flume used to float logs down the mountain. Any other guesses?
So that was our short trip up the I-80. We never did get anywhere near Reno! Maybe next time.