We spent a little time looking around at the decaying structures, speculating what life was like out in the middle of the desert back then. There's not much left of this town.
Mrs. Yardstick livin' on the edge!
At this point we were at least 50 miles from gas at the Wayside RV park. I know the SE to illuminate the fuel light at around 90 miles and be nearly out at 120. We also took that side trip to the overlook, so we added mileage on the way out. Wild Bill dumped the extra gallon of fuel in his bike and we all crossed our fingers. The clouds were rolling in and it looked more and more like we were going to get wet.
Time to retreat!
