Hello. And welcome to my review of one of Nevada's not greatest treasures. Ely, Nevada.
As you enter Ely, Nevada after hours of nothing but road and bugs... but honestly it's a great road because you can speed, you enter the abyss of this not quaint town. A large red building, Ely's local massage center greets you. 24-7 massages. Joy. Just what a hiker wants but shouldn't get because the 24-7 massages will give you rashes you can't explain.
There are about 3 casinos, all full of smoke, bright lights and dead hopes. Some odd LDS buildings dot the town randomly, the Mormons lost to sin. And a beautiful graveyard full of knick knacks is the perfect area to play eye spy, in a creepy way. Oddly enough, the murals of the town are inspiring, fun, and just the right touch of class in the middle of nowhere.
The local dining can be summed up as we go to get coffee for Jody, he sees the woman without teeth motion us to come over and says, "Drive, pretend you didn't see." Indeed. Pretend we don't see.
Ely, Nevada. Our eyes are closed. Your dollar store is amazing though for African American woman size 3X+.
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