As we approached Nevada, we left the Great Basin behind and began to approach the Basin and Range Province proper. Up, up to the highway pass for a range, each marked by the elevation above sea level and by the presence of a weather station powered by solar panels and connected to the rest of earth by a satellite dish for uploading data.
From our experience on Saturday, it appears that America's Loneliest Highway is becoming somewhat popular. In the second range outside of Ely, we came upon two U-Hauls that would not pull into the pull-outs to let cars by, despite the fact that we could not pass them until the next basin. And we saw more traffic on US Highway 50 than we had in Utah.
Basin. Range. Basin. Range. As we descend to the Fallon Sink, we see the 'shoe tree' near a lonely bar. Lovers making up after a quarrel are supposed to throw their shoes into the tree. And then the endless salt flats and dunes that lead into Fallon, Nevada, home of a US Naval Air Station far from the sea. Salt flats and playa (ephemeral) lakes are good places to test airplanes because you can land on the flat.