It's two lane blacktop. We encountered one vehicle, a large pickup, going out. It is very lonely out on that stretch of road.
For a lot of these pictures, we just stopped in the middle of our lane of traffic, sometimes for fifteen minutes. The silence was eerie. We just parked in the road because there was no road shoulder. We were all alone out there.
This is ranch land, with few signs of habitation. It's like this for many miles.
My wife knew that there was a huge high school ahead, in Gail, out in the middle of this wilderness.
Gail consists of this enormous high school, a few dwellings for support staff and teachers, and little else. There are no markets, no gas stations, no doctors, no post office (that we could see)-- no theaters, no restaurants, no clothing stores. It is downright weird. The high school is far removed from any town of any size, and we saw no school buses. There is something very strange about this place. Post might be the closest town but Post is quite small. Who is served by this school? Where do the students come from? How do they get there? How does anyone survive in Gail? Imagine driving twenty miles or more to buy groceries and gas up your car. It boggles the mind. Gail seemed to us to be something out of the Twilight Zone.
For a lot of these pictures, we just stopped in the middle of our lane of traffic, sometimes for fifteen minutes. The silence was eerie. We just parked in the road because there was no road shoulder. We were all alone out there.
This is ranch land, with few signs of habitation. It's like this for many miles.
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