It was the time of self quarantine and Linda and I had just spent a couple of months at home. Needless to say, the daily walks around the neighborhood and the occasional foray to the market just were not all that exciting anymore. We had grown tired of our many projects we had undertaken around the house and desperately needed a change. So plans were made, nothing really set in stone except that it would be a road trip close to home. A few evenings before we were to leave I saw something about the Dixie Valley in Nevada. A ghost town. Perfect, chances of meeting any other people was negligible. So we loaded up the RV and headed off for unknown destinations.