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It was early afternoon when Frank and Josette rolled slowly into Gerlach, following a 1960’s era VW minibus. Behind them was something that resembled a cross between a Viking long ship and a Mississippi river boat. (“Ah! An Art Car!” Rosette exclaimed.)
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They hadn’t expected to find much in Gerlach, since Josette had already looked the hamlet up on the Internet. A typical description read:
Welcome to Gerlach, Nevada (pop. 450). In this thriving metropolis you will find one elementary school, one high school, one post office, one propane distributor, one gas station, one motel, 3 bars and that's it.
But in fact there was much more, at least temporarily, because the Festival was about to begin. Almost overwhelming the few tired, dusty buildings that comprised downtown Gerlach was a collection of brightly hued tents and stands selling water, food, balloons, used bicycles, and much more. Colorful pennants flapped in the breeze, and the road was thronged with a crowd that would have blended in well in Key West on New Year’s Eve, only with fewer clothes. They bought their festival tickets and drove on. Full Story |
