What is it about deserts that seems to attract old dilapidated contraptions whose functions are difficult to discern from just looking at them. Here is one such device that was sitting at the gas station just outside the park. Gas here cost like $5.60/gallon or something and even though we had more than half a tank we thought it prudent to go into Death Valley with a full tank, you know, just in case. Now we are in the synthetic, air conditioned comfort of Treasure Island in Las Vegas. The good news is I haven't lost any money yet. Te bad news is that after 15 hours here I haven't gambled once.
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Always...in the desert, yes: Area 57? Another Air Force experiment from long ago?
Good that you're all still on the road. ray
Thats a giant generator
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