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Lonely roads attract me.  They hold a sense of mystery and I always have to wonder where they go.  Often this leads directly to following them to find out.  Sometimes it turns into a "wild goose" chase, and while all roads lead to somewhere, it may turn out to be a disappointment, or a surprise.  On more than one occasion I've wound up in someone's yard and I've had to beat a hasty retreat!  But often the effort turns into a great photograph...or several.  Nevada is a great place for lonely roads.  Indeed, once off I-80 in northern Nevada, or I-15 in the south, nearly all are lonely.   U.S. 50, for instance, has been called the loneliest road in America, and for good reason.  One can often drive for miles without seeing another car or a human being.  One of my earliest mental images was that of U.S. 50 leading across a salt flat to disappear into one of the endless mountain ranges on the horizon, a landscape that defines Nevada, valley and mountain.  A landscape that kind of looks like this one here, a lonely road disappearing into the mountains.  This shot was taken on Hwy 169 in southern Nevada in the Valley of Fire.  I particularly like this not just for the vivid colors, but that it reminds me of home.  You see, I grew up in Nevada, and while I've not lived there for many years I still think of it as home.