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Needing a place to stretch the legs in Nevada as we crossed the country on a road trip, we pulled off U.S. 50 - "The Loneliest Road in America." A few RVs were parked in a campground high above the Illipah reservoir, smoke just starting to billow from campfires. A handful of fly fisherman searched for an evening meal, knee deep as bugs swarmed. And we took a walk, found an isolated spot, and settled in to watch the sunset. Alone, but not lonely.