Gerlach, Nevada

We literally stopped at the first place advertising food off the playa. It cost us $13 for a couple of burritos and cokes, and that little kiosk must have made a mint waiting for people to come out. I lost my 3rd pair of Victory sunglasses, special to me because the lenses pop out to be replaced with other colours. I spent 20 minutes looking for them, and finally let them go. A young woman helped me for awhile, and then said "come on over, I've got some goggles you can use." She had a large trailer with quite a few pairs hanging up on the wall. "I'll take those," I exclaimed, pointing to the blue bug-eyed ones. "How much?" I asked. "Nothing," she replied. I had lost, and gained something quickly, and I thought the new ones worked considerably better. "See," said Danger. "Once you truly let them go, the universe came in and took care of you." I felt like no matter what, I'd be taken care of.
The proprietor of the kiosk was Sylvia, 89 years young. She really looked 20 years younger, so I asked her the secret. "I work hard everyday," she said. Makes sense. After waiting for a big white limousine to fill up with gas (and the bitchy woman driver), I replaced the gas used in my tank, as well as the 5 litre jerry can I lent to a young woman in need. An air-conditioned diner, and bar was a block away, and I spent at least 3 hours there enjoying it. Bacon cheese-burger, fries, and a cold beer was all I wanted; it was the first time in almost a week I had seen a television, or used a phone. Compulsory calls to mom and dad, Bonnie, Eddie and Steve were all gladly completed on the payphone with a calling card.
Being in contact again with friends and family was a godsend. I had bought