I swear it took the "over an hour" time to travel over the dry sandy lake. It was a wonderful read and the pictures beautiful. Definitely felt the trepidation to begin, the vast open lonely space, and the exhilaration of that last couple miles. Where's my margarita?? Thanks !!!!
A see-ment mixer would be a lifesaver in several instances. Good cold alcohol on a blistering hot plane sounds like a mixed blessing. Good thing sailors can choose their boat direction regardless of the wind direction. 80mph that-a-way is a long one way distance to walk back.
It’s like nothing else you’ve ever written. Has a masculine voice to it. Is SASSASS anything like Hat Ass? A real word that means something like your head’s up your ass.
Dirt sailing with a bunch of SASSASS Hat Asses? Where do I sign up?
I remember this one, Sharron! I've been through Gerlach twice from both directions, but not to Black Rock. Would like to see the dirt-boats in action. Would be worth another trip, for sure. Thanks for the finely penned adventure!
I love your descriptions!!!, of everything, the cafe, etc.! I feel like I was plopped right into one of those old western tv shows I loved as a kid. I love the sound of Holy Gale reminiscent of Holy Grail, and in some ways you found both. So evocative, gonna reread now! Just my first excited reactions!
I love it. You are far braver that I am, girlfriend! Jeff and I went out there once and, yes, it is unnerving to drive in a place where the horizons don't move and your reckoning of space and time is warped.
I swear it took the "over an hour" time to travel over the dry sandy lake. It was a wonderful read and the pictures beautiful. Definitely felt the trepidation to begin, the vast open lonely space, and the exhilaration of that last couple miles. Where's my margarita?? Thanks !!!!
A see-ment mixer would be a lifesaver in several instances. Good cold alcohol on a blistering hot plane sounds like a mixed blessing. Good thing sailors can choose their boat direction regardless of the wind direction. 80mph that-a-way is a long one way distance to walk back.
I loved this story both times around! Especially the Sassinator!
Love this, Sharron!
It’s like nothing else you’ve ever written. Has a masculine voice to it. Is SASSASS anything like Hat Ass? A real word that means something like your head’s up your ass.
Dirt sailing with a bunch of SASSASS Hat Asses? Where do I sign up?
I'm now DESPERATE to sail on sand, Sharron! Woooooooo!
Great piece, Sharron! I have been out there, watching your son sail. Great group of people, and you described that little town perfectly!
I enjoyed this for the second time . The first time I was shocked by your adventurous spirit.
Very interesting. Even in the middle of nowhere you can find something interesting to write about, Sharron!
I remember this one, Sharron! I've been through Gerlach twice from both directions, but not to Black Rock. Would like to see the dirt-boats in action. Would be worth another trip, for sure. Thanks for the finely penned adventure!
I love your descriptions!!!, of everything, the cafe, etc.! I feel like I was plopped right into one of those old western tv shows I loved as a kid. I love the sound of Holy Gale reminiscent of Holy Grail, and in some ways you found both. So evocative, gonna reread now! Just my first excited reactions!
"I have never in my life been in so much open, empty space with so little guidance in my entire life."
This is often the circumstance that leads to life's greatest moments. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this again, Sharron. Sail fast, as we used to say.
I love it. You are far braver that I am, girlfriend! Jeff and I went out there once and, yes, it is unnerving to drive in a place where the horizons don't move and your reckoning of space and time is warped.