Dry As A Bone – Washoe Lake, NV
Our caravan buddies and us have spent the last few days relaxing & stocking up for our drive south. Our biggest physical shift has been the humidity and re-adapting ourselves to the desert. This place is dry, and the dryness seeps into everything around. Your skins wrinkles, your mouth parches and you can almost feel the earth thirsting & crying out for moisture.
It’s not just our imaginations either. Nevada & California have been through one of their worst drought summer seasons in many years. Washoe Lake, which has been full & doggy swimmable in all the years we’ve been coming here (even this spring!) has shriveled down to a frightening brown, arid bed with just a pinprick of blue in one corner. Perhaps even more revealing, the call of coyotes that has always echoed here is completely silent. Even they are gone. A local that we met on the trail told us this is the worst he’s seen it since 1990, and down at the local post office I heard several folks heatedly discussing the water crisis and options to drill deeper wells. There’s alot of worry and discontent about the situation and sadly, not all of it is nature’s fault.
For us transients the crisis is a mere observation, miserable as it is. Doggie is abound with joy at the bouncy rabbits in the brush (she does a rather cute kangaroo-type hop that she’s learned from the critters) and the cats looooove the free space and sun. We’ve gorged ourselves on local food (Pho, Breweries, Mexican) & have even met-up with a few RVers including Mike&Patsi who are parked next door, and none other than What’s Newell who are in the area working for Amazon Camperforce (if you want to find out what THAT is like, just read their daily blog).
We move on south today to new and unseen adventures, but I’ve no doubt the next spot will be just as dry as this. Here’s hoping for a big, winter snowpack….