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!
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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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