This differs only from anywhere else in this part of the world in that:
- It is actually the end of the WHPSC course, and
- There is an alien spacecraft in the top left of the picture
Boris is smack in the middle of the photo.
As mentioned above, water is an important resource hereabouts, and owning a piece of land does not necessarily confer the rights to any water found thereupon. I am told that this is something not easily understood by City Types, and thus when a local rancher died and left the property to a relative in California, he promptly shut off the taps. Two other ranches rely on this supply for their cattle, hence there is a good old-fashioned Wild West water dispute brewing in the Battle Mountain area. Meanwhile, the unfortunate cows are forced to come down to the gravel depot we use as the staging area in order to get a drink, as enough leaks out of the tank there to quench their collective thirst. They'd rather be higher up the mountains where it's cooler.
That is about all there is to say about today, except that the TwatNav gave me a slightly unexpected route, so I didn't get to pass the famous Black Mailbox again.
|The Black Mailbox in 2005. Yes, I do realise that it's white, thank you...|