About a mile north of where we live is a road that goes over into California. When you leave Pahrump you go over a small mountain range then descend to the southern part of Death Valley. Then you go over another range and land in the Mohave Desert. Even now, when I watch vehicles leave town at night headed into the darkness I wish them well. I cannot imagine what the people who settled this land must have felt. Mountain after mountain; desert after desert; it would almost drive a guy to believe in God. Or at least wish like hell that there was one!
Be careful, y'all. This isn't the only place it's dangerous out there!
The pull of gold, I suppose, which is getting even stronger these days. It is a dangerous world out there and I'm not wearing milk-bone underwear.
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