I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The wild west
I'm staying with friends in northern Reno, near Peavine Mountain. This subdivision is maybe 15 years old, and from the street it looks typically suburban.
Follow the street around and behind the houses, though, and suddenly you're in the raw high desert, with snow-dusted scrubbrush, dirt roads and an old culvert. No wonder the jackrabbits and coyotes still feel so at home here.
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