Nevada has a there, there, though, and that Giant Patch of South Eastern Oregon - North Eastern Nevada is a MESS. It's DISTURBING.
Don't go there.
I mean it.
Not even for amusement.
You will find yourself not only un-amused, but desperate, I mean anguished, (literally; I am not kidding), to escape; until you get down toward the vastlands around Winnemucca. Toward reason. If you don't think landscape has reason, I laugh hysterically in your face. I will just keep moving until it returns, ASAP.
Planetary scale; planetary surface. It's different, in different places.
You just go ahead and see, Mr Smartypants.
I rote a little essay about the difference between nothing, and nothing, based on those gigantic areas Oregon and Nevada. People are, generally, unaware of them, and their Character (or lack of, as in the Oregon Section).
But just recently I notice people "noticing" the nothing in Nevada. (I can't decide if nothing becomes the correct nothing if you capitalize it, or is the more pure real nothing as nothing, and the contrasting, literally opposing, Awful Wasteland of Nothing Nothing is that Oregon part.)
It is unique and different from the expected. Different from what arises from simple vacancy. UNIQE. As in Self-contained, and not evident from outside.
Oh, no no no. Drive it all and see. It's wonderful.
Literally; that overused word awesome comes to mind, fresh.
Vast.
VAST!
Think of Vast! Where do you see Vast!
(Do NOT try this in Eastern Oregon.)
It amazes me, well, simple me, that I have seen people trying to describe this very thing. I thought I might, you know, have something to say. Nip nada, even on nada, damnit.
(I get mad.)
Although, the comparison with the truly vacuumous Oregon wasteland could be the presentation of Comparative Evidence. You know, the extra, the supporting statements, the Evidence. The uhm...thesis. That's it, thesis!!!
Shall we go? Before it's too late?
I mean, I had whacked out two or three pages, before I even stopped to realize it was probably hard to describe, dull, and nobody would care. Or be interested. (Which is probably true. "But you have to MAKE people interested, Sonny!") (I never let it stop me usually, do I?) But I got the feeling for a need to repeat the research; to really do another tour; to do a bang-up sacred job I would need to point the car down 97 or whatever the Hell it is again, and see the salt basins, and wild horses. The glistening road glass. The hills with only a dirt road, to cross a hundred miles, and nothing else, in just the same way you are. The sun set at the edge and the sky rise.
Nevada is a Great Place.
I actually, would appreciate it, if you guys would keep this a secret.
(Edit: That sounds silly, doesn't it.)
And, I have always been curious what Nevada means. It's not readily available info. Thanks. What does New Mexico mean?
No, really, what's California?
PS: You remember where that couple and their baby nearly froze to death in their car? That's the Nothing; the Bad One.
And how people couldn't explain or figure how they got lost? |
