I had heard somewhere that the sky is a darker shade of blue at higher elevations. Personal observations from my recent travels have confirmed it. I covered 2,544 miles in five days at various elevations ranging from around 4,000 feet in Wyoming to over 9,000 feet at the summit of Mt. Rose in Nevada. I made it a point to do some sky gazing at both extremes. I really did see a difference. I saw a lot of other things, too. That's what I want to talk about. After connecting onto Interstate 80 in Southeast Wyoming I followed it all the way to Reno and it was quite unremarkable. On my return I dropped down to Highway 50, known as the Loneliest Road in America.
It was much more interesting. In the 300 mile stretch across Nevada I saw gigantic strip mines carved out of mountainsides, fields of sagebrush as far as the eye could see, a giant sand dune over three miles long and 600 feet high, and small towns stuck in time. It was the towns that held the most interest for me, so I took time to explore several of them...in black and white.
