I’ve made the drive along Highway 95 between Las Vegas and Reno, Nevada countless times. I always have to be aware of mileage as gas stations and any resources are few and far between. Highway 50, which connects Carson City in the west of the state to Ely in the east, has the nickname of ‘the loneliest road in America’, though it’s clear to me Highway 6 is even more sparsely populated. It can be hours before another car can be seen. So yeah, you gotta know where the next gas station is, because you never know how long it will be if you run out of gas or have car troubles. Coaldale, Nevada was a place you could have stopped decades ago. There was a gas station. There was a restaurant. There was a motel. This outpost was located at the western junction of Highway 95 and HIghway 6, west of Tonopah (home of The Clown Motel) and south of Mina (home of the Wildcat Ranch, a strange and sad brothel in a very quiet town, that appears to have closed at the time of my writing). Driving north towards Reno, it is easy to miss Coaldale; but driving south, it is a strange beacon of despair and failure, emerging prominently from the horizon just past the Esmerelda County line.