This is Rhyolite, Nevada, a small, petered out mining town at the edge of Death Valley, and a few miles from Beatty. Barb and I ventured here a few years ago – a dozen, perhaps – and found this fenced off casino. Without a doubt, there was a time when this was the place to be.
We were touring on a motorcycle from the northwest and knew little about the wildlife living here, so I asked Barb to keep an eye out while I snapped this photo.
The shutter had hardly snapped before Barb shouted: “SNAKE!”
The rules state that when encountering a snake you should remain calm and move slowly. I broke all the rules.
Fortunately, it was a bull snake on a hunting expedition. He went his way as did we.