Oasis, Nevada
I grew up here from 4 to 13 years old. My parents were part of a commune that relocated to the desert from the California Coast, for multiple and complicated reasons. Most of my first memories were of this land, including this truck stop that we had fixed up and run.
We just called it Oasis, like the exit it was located at. In a sense, it was an oasis in the desert for the folks who would have driven by on I-80. I wonder what some of them must have thought about all those earnest, mainly happy young hippies.
In the distance are the Silver Zone Mountains. The rocky double peak and the smaller peak to its left we called Collar and Elbow, because they vaguely resembled a collar and an elbow. Ranchers used literal names for many things out there :)
One of my favorite things to do to pass the time out here was to stand on that Jersey Barricade in the foreground of the photo and pump my fist in the air at passing semi trucks, hoping one of the drivers would look down and see me. Every now and then they would and I'd jump in fright and excitement as their truck horns blared into the wind.
Oasis, Nevada
I grew up here from 4 to 13 years old. My parents were part of a commune that relocated to the desert from the California Coast, for multiple and complicated reasons. Most of my first memories were of this land, including this truck stop that we had fixed up and run.
We just called it Oasis, like the exit it was located at. In a sense, it was an oasis in the desert for the folks who would have driven by on I-80. I wonder what some of them must have thought about all those earnest, mainly happy young hippies.
In the distance are the Silver Zone Mountains. The rocky double peak and the smaller peak to its left we called Collar and Elbow, because they vaguely resembled a collar and an elbow. Ranchers used literal names for many things out there :)
One of my favorite things to do to pass the time out here was to stand on that Jersey Barricade in the foreground of the photo and pump my fist in the air at passing semi trucks, hoping one of the drivers would look down and see me. Every now and then they would and I'd jump in fright and excitement as their truck horns blared into the wind.