After hours of traveling across basins and through mountain passes, Fallon came as a big surprise. I was expecting to find another mining near-ghost town at Fallon, but what I discovered felt more like a farming town in Kansas. The farmland began several miles outside of town, signaling a temporary end to the desert landscape that had dominated the day. Fallon’s Maine Street (yep, that’s “Maine” not “Main”) stretches out for several blocks south of Highway 50. Even the downtown district feels like a farm town, with wide streets and low buildings (most were one or two stories tall). There […]