The backyard of a nearby old house - the one we sometimes call "our house" though we don't live there and probably never will - is a bit overgrown with lots of cheat grass. Two yellow roses bloom on the bush overhanging the shed roof. (Look closely, or enlarge!)
The wind was strong enough to almost knock me over at times, and blustery clouds came up before I had gone more than two blocks.
Semi-wild yellow climbing roses adorn the stairs of an old house.
Red climbing roses - an old variety brought west by settlers or miners - are often found growing wild or semi-wild in western towns.
Sign: If You Can Read This, You're In Range. (Watch out, it's Nevada!)As I meandered around, I more or less followed the old railroad tracks, which lead to the Nevada Northern Railway depot. I don't really know what the tall, cylindrical, concrete thing above is, but it's close to the railroad and looks a lot like a smokestack. I found nothing about it or it's history online, other than one unlabeled photo. (The wide angle setting on the camera distorted the 90° angle where the lower, bridge-like structure meets the tall cylinder.)
A railroad car in front of the "Safety First" building.
Having made it that far, I moseyed over to the only stand-alone espresso shop in town. I had a mocha frappuccino, then a brisk walk back across town into the wind.