Day 1 Ely NV song: Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

Pat and Tom on 105.1 gave me a little send off to the journey on the Air waves. They spoke lightheartedly about what is to come but wished me good luck. They helped promote my blog and Pat gave me a contact for an interview in Ohio. Off to a good start.

ON the first day of finding out exactly how it feels to be on your own like a rollingstone. I traveled for about eight hours driving on highway fifty, the lonliest highway. I really have a good understanding in why they call it that. There is NOBODY for hundreds of miles, if there is somebody its on an old mining town now a gambling and watering hole town.

Just exactly when I had that moment on the highway where I asked myself "what did I talk myself into," I made aquaintances with Bob and Susan.

I was at a rest stop a thousand miles from nowhere (Dwight Yoakum) where this old couple, (late 70's early 80's) stopped by and we began talking. They were a retired couple who spends most of their days traveling on the road. They love Highway fifty. They say its the most underated highway in the U.S. They have been everywhere that I plan on going on the trip TIMES 2. They love the road. They love all the geological sites along the way. We had a good conversation where they told me all the stops to hit. I like Bob and Susan, they were an older couple who in someways had that youthful love thing going. I almost thought it was there anniversery by their demeanor. After that I began to relish the trip.

I pulled into ELY around 7:30 with almost no daylight left. As fun as all the seedy casino's and gentlemens club appeared, I wasn't in the mood to check out the night life of Ely. I decided to head right to the campground.It was just then I realized, I had never camped on my own before. I have never honestly put a tent up by my self...... I know what you are thinking, "he can't put up a tent? What a loser."...but my family was never into camping, so you can just BACK THE HECK OFF!!! I was too cool for scouts... But anywho, I did such a sloppy job in the dark putting up a tent that the whole night I completely expected it to collapse on me. It was very crooked and leaning. It didn't fall, but somewhere at six a.m. I heard light animal steps stepping around my slightly deflated and lopsided tent. I clutched my Louisville Slugger tightly waiting to defend myself, when I opened the tent flap with all my adrenaline pumping, ready to kick some cougar @%& I was greeted by two little bunny rabbits. Just poking their nose up and down. They weren't even scared bunny rabbits, they gave me a look that said with a New York ganster brooklyn accent "What duh yah think yoo gonna do about it?"

The town of Ely has got some cool museums which I already checked out, and I met some nice cowboys and fisherman.

The locals here are really into a business chain called "Smoke Shop". I haven't checked out what they are all about. But on an unrelated note, someone needs to remind me to get a good dental plan when I get me a job.

(scripture of the day 1st Peter 1:7)