This place feels like the end of the earth. It's the end of pavement, which itself is a spur off the old 66, which few drive on. The railroad is here, and trains run back/forth constantly. The view from a little ways up into the mountains:

This view is actually from two years ago. The farm behind the rail is bigger now. No idea what they're growing. It's a chill place to camp and to hang out for a day. This area of the Marble mountains has lots of exposed rock layers, some of which are the right age to have Trilobites in them. Two years ago, I only had a vague idea of where to look. This time I had a slightly better idea. Slightly. I met David in the morning, we found an area that we thought would be promising, and spent a few hours poking around. Found lots of trilobite heads, of various sizes. No complete specimens, although I found a small set of what could be the legs only. Had so many fossils by the end, that we left some there. My haul:

These guys were there for 500 million years until I showed up to pull them out of the wall.