John Day River valley
When we got to McDermitt NV at the OR state line we decided to cancel our reservation in Battle Mountain and go to Fallon instead. There is a good possibility of some snow tonight and early tomorrow and our planned route would have taken us right down the through the middle of Nevada, the emptiest part of the emptiest state in the union. Going through Fallon is a little longer but keeps us on federal highways and passes through many more towns – that could turn out to be good or bad, but it is what we did. Amen.
City park in Burns, OR
The drive down from John Day was even more desolate than I remembered. In 270 miles Burns OR is the only place that can honestly be even called a town, rather than a settlement, or crossroads. (It even has a city park with a functioning restroom.)
Columbia Plateau lava flows
The 70 miles from John Day to Burns is quite pretty, especially at this time of year, with the yellow foliage balancing the evergreens and the muted green of the sagebrush. Beyond Burns the desolation becomes more evident – about 120 miles with almost no human habitation or even cross roads. There is one little intersection called New Princeton – named by very optimistic and/or unrealistic people. (Reminds of the field mouse climbing the buffalo’s leg with lewd intent.)
Great Basin mountains
South of Burns the topography gradually changes from the consistently dark, horizontal lava beds of the Columbia Plateau to the more colorful and rugged mountains of the Basin & Range province. And, hydrologically speaking, one also passes from the outer reaches of the Columbia River drainage system into the bottomless sink of the Great Basin. I couldn’t point to an exact point where either transition occurred, but both changes were complete within an hour or so south of Burns.
Finally, at the Nevada border is McDermitt NV with two gas stations, a shuttered cafe and the unavoidable casino. The latter also houses the only restaurant for 70 miles in any direction – luckily the food was good. And a friendly trucker in the next booth heard us discussing our options and gave us some very welcome advice about how to negotiate our way to the opposite corner of this very large state. And did I mention empty? More editorial comment on NV on another day…
The weather was pretty grim all day so I didn’t spend much time making pictures – several were taken from the moving car through rainy windows. But I did pull off the road to get the new picture in the header of this blog. I didn’t note the name of the range, but it is west of US-95 north of Winnemucca NV.