The Loneliest Road In America

Excerpt From The Scarecrow (Photo by Terrill Lee Lankford)

     Highway 93 took me past Nellis Air Force Base and then connected with 50 North. It wasn't too long before I began to see why it was known as the loneliest road in America. The empty desert ruled the horizon in every direction. Hard, chiseled mountain ranges, barren of any vegetation, rose and fell away as I drove. The only signs of civilization were the two-lane blacktop and the power lines carried over the ranges by iron stick figures that looked like they were giants from another planet.