
You're traveling happily through the Nevada landscape, gazing out across Mother Earth's broad vistas, when something catches your eye, and yanks you back to look again: the classic double take followed by the classic question,

Where Am I?
In this particular case you've driven north from Las Vegas in the middle of the night, breakfasted in Beatty before dawn, and now you're a few miles toward Death Valley, standing in a ghost town at daybreak.
If you haven't got a clue where you are, you'll find the answer in The Complete Nevada Traveler.
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