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Igor and Leah at Home
Bacon and eggs to be lingered over for brekkie, so we get a late start, Igor and Leah try to persuade us to stay another day, I'm agnostic on that.

We're backtracking our route and forget about a long stretch of road with no gas stations, the last one in this direction is in a tiny town in Utah and we blow right past it.

The gas light comes on miles from nowhere, we try to use the GPS to find a gas station but nothing comes up, I slow down to try and conserve, we don't think we can make it to Beatty, it's still a long way off as we turn onto US 93 that will take us into Las Vegas.

Luckily this stretch has a lotta downhill, I let the car coast along for a bit till we down to around 50 and then speed up gradually, there's a big tractor trailer behind us that looms large, they're usually not real happy about being slowed down.

We make it to Beatty and coast into town on fumes, a big gas station suddenly appears on the right and there's a break in the traffic that get's us in, I think if we stop to wait for the oncoming traffic the car may cut out, the gas station looks huge for such a small town.

The place is big and looks fairly new, there's a huge collection of candy, nuts and dried fruit from the Death Valley Candy Company, there's a coffee stand that has espresso drinks and bagel sandwiches, get a smoked salmon sandwich and cappuccino, not bad for a small town, also get some candy and jerky although the jerky stand seems to be almost out of everything.

It seems a little weird to be back home and sleeping in our own bed, hard to adjust after quite a while sleeping almost under the stars.

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