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This is in the western Nevada desert, a long drive from where we'd seen the last of the Truckee River, in the summer of 2001. The abandoned wooden trestle is one of about six we saw that day. We're about twenty miles from the nearest paved road... driving on the original grade, long since abandoned. We went the entire day without seeing another human being. Which wasn't always a bad thing, especially for our camera assistant, Jill Tufts, because we also didn't see indoor plumbing for a few days either. We suffered the fourth of our five flat tires that day.
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