These photos were taken last September in Nevada, along Rt. 50 (aka "The Loneliest Road"). However, they don't convey the true sense of isolation along it.
Radio signals were scarce. Those received were of preachers trying to explain everyday life in Biblical terms. In most areas, after pressing the "scan" button of the car stereo, numbers on the display would rapidly change, as the system searched the entire frequency for a signal to broadcast. Not finding any, the system would repeat the process; it would search for a signal...
and search...
and search....
For close to six hours - practically the time it took to drive across the state -maybe ten cars heading in the opposite direction passed by. Cellular service was not available.
Calls of Nature were easy to make: merely pull onto the shoulder of the road and stop to answer them - or just stop in the middle of the road; no need to worry about being seen or offending anyone.
The only sound was of wind blowing, if there was any. Occasionally, the silence was interrupted by insects. Otherwise, nothing. The silence was deafening.
The road passes through remote land. It's something to respect. Mind the fuel gauge; hope the car doesn't break down.
Someone should ride along to help endure the isolation. Their company would provide comfort - a sense of protection - while driving across such a lonely road. Then again, along this road, bad fortune could come anytime; having a companion wouldn't matter, and no one would know of it for some time.
