Never Too Old! (60 is the new 40): Traveling beyond the electronic tether

We finally broke loose of civilization, heading out across Highway 50, the Loneliest Highway in
America.

After Fallon, Nevada, we decided to stay in Austin, Nevada (definitely not the happening Austin, Texas). It has an interesting look of a town with not much happening. We discovered an RV Park owned and operated by the Baptist Church, right off the highway. It even had hook ups for water and sewer. Living large!

No crosswalks needed across Hwy 50

The altitude is Austin is probably around 6,500 ft, making it quite comfortable during the day and downright chilly at night. Really noticeable was the low humidity –– is 12 percent even possible? –– but the conditions in Moab for tomorrow –– Holy Doodle! Close to 100 degrees and 8 percent humidity.

I wouldn't even mention it if it wasn't such a shock to my skin, my sinuses and my eyes –– which feels like I'm getting salt abrasions. Humidity today at our home in Point Richmond is 82 percent.

Michael and I walked to town and around the neighborhoods, getting an increased workout because our cardio systems have to work that much harder at that altitude. The town has the feel of an almost abandoned mining town. People just moved away because of lack of work and had to abandon their houses. No market.

Last year this bar and restaurant had three HUGE Trump signs

There's a new cafe and bar in town, pretty upscale compared to the paltry other choices. I'm guessing it's based on someone new in town who has landed there because of the new geothermal industry, or someone who has noticed a highway widening project on the only road in and out of town.

It was astonishing that there's no grocery store in town, just two very limited mini-marts, and a long way to drive to get to one. Things I didn't get to explore –– a historical museum of the area, and two or three gem, turquoise, gold and quartz stores. I had my wallet ready but they didn't open by the time we left this morning.

This is our third or fourth trip across Highway 50 and it just keeps getting better. A good, two-lane highway, only about three towns along the way (better gas up!), and miles and miles of interesting desert scenery. Rarely any other cars. No cell service for most of the trip which is great. Nothing to do but be present and look at the window or talk to my husband, between cat naps.

This afternoon we landed in Delta, Utah, in an RV park we discovered a few years ago. It's the only one around, and has the luxury of shade trees and grassy areas.

Tomorrow we'll go to Moab where we landed one of the last reservations at one of the recommended parks. It must be high season there. We plan to spend at least a couple of days. As much as we plan anything.

We have a long-standing family tradition whenever someone asks "Are we there yet?" to always answer in the affirmative. Regardless of whether it's true or not.

We have a new twist on the family tradition –– "Are we there yet?"

'Where's there?"