Nevada can be a lonely state. Lonely and harsh. With it's endless desert scrub only broken by the occasional pile of tailings.  There are small towns, with small tired buildings, hours and hours apart from one another. Often times the town will boast a glaringly bright Mcdonalds with a table full of old desert dwellers gathered for their morning conversations and free coffee refills. Even the towns that are said to be going gangbusters due to a currently successful mining operation always seem half-hearted, as if the residents are living with their coats on and one foot out the door.

Sometimes though, Nevada surprises us with it's beauty. And if I happen to have a cup full of that 99 cent coffee I think I'd like to stay.

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