Thursday, February 4, 2016

OTBR: Gun Club in Nevada

Latitude: N 35° 57.324
Longitude: W 114° 54.396

A child on a road trip with his family asks, "Where are we?" and the father answers, "Let's check the map. We're off the blue roads [the Interstate Highways marked in blue on the road atlas]. We're off the red roads [the US and state highways]. We're off the black roads [the county highways]. I think we're off the map altogether." It was always my dream to be off the map altogether.

After the jump, a few of the random places (and I mean random literally) that I visited vicariously last month that are "off the blue roads".

  • on the path of the future I-11, about midway between US-95 and the Pro Gun Club in Boulder City, Nevada ("I could hear plenty of gunfire from the dashpoint but no llamas were harmed.")
  • among small pine trees near a bog protection area in Finland's Teijo National Park
  • near Maitland, New South Wales, in recently flooded land that stranded the nearest house on an island ("There were two black swans swimming in the flood waters")
  • up a gravel road near Eldorado, North Carolina, where one of the first gold rushes in the US occurred in the very early 1800s
  • in woods in Virginia near the Fairfax Station Museum, a key railroad station during the Civil War
  • along a lightly used railroad track in Berry, New South Wales
  • in a planned community south of Tucson, off of a windy road with a bike and jogging path, in a tan adobe house
  • out of reach on a construction site immediately east of Lambert International Airport in St. Louis
  • in a small woods along a snow-covered section road southwest of Omaha, Nebraska ("corn stalks poking out of the snow on the west side of the road")
  • in a paddock with a white fence in typical midwestern Illinois farmland
  • in a fallow field southeast of Bakersfield, California
  • in a snow-covered field in Utah, with some of the snow drifted almost knee-high
  • in Missouri, down a snow-covered dirt road that dead-ended in snow-covered woods, about 250 feet into those woods
  • in rural North Carolina, along the treeline, across a snow covered field ("Almost got stuck turning around to get out, on the icy, sloping road.")
  • in Utah, down a snow-packed road near an oil well pumper ("I saw one rabbit as well as some pronghorn antelope on the way out.")
  • in a plowed field along the dirt road in Germany ("a rabbit was running away when I pointed my bicycle lamp to it")
  • across the street from an elementary school in San Francisco
  • and in the hilly part of Zagreb County, Croatia, near one old, probably abandoned house ("There were two cars and one trailer in front of the house. One of cars was without tires.")

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