an old pickup along Route 93 in Nevada, USA, near a once-upon-a-time Pony Express station …
… at a defunct bar and motel at the site of a former Pony Express station along Route 93 between Ely and Wells, Nevada.
… on Route 93, halfway between Ely and Wells, Nevada.
… along Route 93 in northeastern Nevada at a former Pony Express station.
Sometimes when you’re driving in the West, you see a thunderstorm. It’s far off, still nascent, an indistinct dark smudge on the horizon perhaps a hundred miles away.
In the East, you don’t see a storm so far ahead. That’s because you can’t see the fullness of the storm until it’s literally over your head. In the East, the sky is smaller — topography, tall buildings, and trees obscure the horizon.
In the West, you keep driving toward that still-small gray mass. You look to the side through the driver’s window and see blue sky dotted with puffy cumulus clouds. You look out the passenger window; you see the same pastoral placidity. There’s psychological comfort in those little white pearls floating in the blue sky beside you. But in front of you?
… over Wilkins, Nevada, off Route 93.
… on Route 93 south of Wells, Nevada.
Route 93 about half way between Wells and Ely, Nevada …