An other-worldly site greeted me about an hour's drive south from Gerlach. It was Pyramid Lake, which had a deep blue hue and a large pyramid shaped island in the distance. The perfect shot taunted and tempted me closer, but alas, it did not happen. The town of Nixon is part of the Pauite Indian Reservation, and I got talked into having an Indian Taco from a trailer set up by the gas station. About 5 little children were running around, asking about the motorbike, almost burning their hands on the exhaust pipes from curiousity. Two of their moms were making the tacos in the trailer, and had 60 people waiting for them the day before, Monday, which is traditionally the most common day for exodus from Burning Man. I instead had an audience to myself with great service, and some fun watching the kids crawling on vehicles, and running over to the store for candy. Their grandpa had just shown up with some money. 
This was the intersection of 447 south, and west to Reno, so a quick turn past Pyramid Lake, up the hill, and onward to civilization. As I drove towards the setting sun, I wondered how people lived here, all year round, in this desert.
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