If You’re Going To Winnemucca
Oh, I know. I know. You are so jealous. And yes, Winnemucca was everything I could have hoped and dreamed of. Its our first day back on the road, and our first order of business was to play Johnny Cash’s rendition of “I’ve Been Everywhere” on loop. For those not in the know, the song begins:
I was totin’ my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road,
When along came a semi with a high an’ canvas-covered load.
“If you’re goin’ to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride.”
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside.
He asked me if I’d seen a road with so much dust and sand.
And I said, “Listen, I’ve traveled every road in this here land!”
Suffice it to say: we had to see Winnemucca and it had better be dusty. It just so happened that we rolled through Winnemucca just in time for lunch. So, we ordered some Mexican food and then wandered about a historic district that was 50% ready to be a ghost town. For the casual tourist, it may not have been all too exciting. But for us, it was exactly what we wanted for a fabulous photo shoot with Dodgy.
Dodgy also had its little temper tantrum when leaving the restaurant. The venting quarter glass window at the front of the passenger door is secured by a hook. Well, usually it is secured. At this moment, it rocketed off at such a trajectory that I deny any wrong doing. It must have been aliens. We saw that some long thin piece of metal had gone missing (aliens, clearly). As it was not readily rediscovered, we replaced it, using our super fancy tool kits, with a safety pin. Yeah, Dodgy is punk like that.