All good things must come to an end, and we all agreed that 36 hours in Las Vegas was plenty of time. We're road trippers, after all, and the wilderness is where we belong. Once we left Las Vegas, we knew we were in for the most remote legs of the trip, but also the spaces that were home to the most earthworks yet. We were pumped! Next stop: Michael Heizer's Double Negative (1970).
The directions take you to the outskirts of Overton, NV, where you can stop in at a tiny airport (a landing strip really, with a trailer and bathrooms!) before you make the ascent to the top of Mormon Mesa. These directions by Nick Tarasen helped a lot.
It would be charitable to call the route atop the mesa a road, and Champagne and Merlot were champions rolling over the big, dusty rocks. It was worth it. We didn't lose any tires or people along the way and we made it to our destination.
Double Negative started out as a fairly perfect rectangular ditch, which intersects perpendicularly with a natural crevasse. The two negatives form a positive, and now Heizer's mark is so worn and weathered that it is starting to look less man-made and more like a piece of geological history.
Climb in if you dare and walk around the edge to see the work from all sides.
Maybe you feel like throwing a tennis ball, just to see if you can? (You probably can't. It's really far.)
It's good to feel lost sometimes, but even here we ran into another couple who made the trek out to DN.
Noelle and Kyla!
And then, what we do best: a "parking lot picnic." Parking lot is optional.
After we spent some quality time with Michael Heizer's work we made a long drive north through Nevada to Wendover, a town that straddles the NV/UT border. The Utah side is beautiful, and after a good night's sleep, that was where we were headed next.
But first, for old time's sake, we went to the Nevada side just to see what casinos outside of Vegas look like. (Spoiler alert: they are smokier!)
The Best Bedding of the Trip Award went to Wendover's Motel 6. Not only did they leave the light on for us, but the bedspreads were basically maps of our two weeks west. Well done, M6!