It’s amazing the difference a few hours and a couple of hundred miles can make. Earlier I showed you the pics along US 95 in Idaho. Here we are in Nevada (and maybe a couple in Oregon), and the scenery is on a completely different level. Idaho: lush, sunny, green. Nevada: stark, scrubby, brown, mountainous, rainy. But both landscapes were beautiful in their own ways.
It’s funny. Along the route in Nevada, I passed by a giant lake on a Paiute Indian reservation. I soooo wanted to stop and explore and take pictures, but I had already stopped once that day to take the photos along the river, so I didn’t have time to make another long stop. And I didn’t even have my camera handy, so I wasn’t able to take photos of the lake itself. So sad making! It was beautiful there.