‘Twas a Sunday afternoon when Iceman and I hit the road with 75% battery charge and 100% enthusiasm level. Dozens of friends and strangers had already stated they wished they could join us, to exchange their everyday worries for the lure of the open road. I was guiding a sleek new carriage pulled by galloping electrons, and it felt good.
The first leg from Reno to Lovelock revealed Chevys, Studebakers, and Pontiacs heading northeast from Hot August Nights and scores of bikers on their Harleys, rumbling southwest as they returned from Sturgis. No doubt the lure of the open road takes many forms.
Swapping stories with the bikers at Lovelock’s supercharger (next to a Chevron station).
As Nevada gave way to Oregon, the sagebrush yielded to grasslands. A lone coyote crossed the road and antelope nibbled on green fields of grain.
We reached Jordan Valley in the last light of evening. Wind shook the trees and a thunderstorm threatened in the distance as I assembled the tent. Early that morning lightning and thunder arrived and we retreated to the safety of the Tesla for half an hour. The adventure was underway.