I’ve recently picked up on a few signs that we’re living in the Wild West.
- Almost anyone over 21 can buy a gun in about 10 minutes. Open carry is allowed, and no city in Nevada is permitted to enact gun laws stricter than the statewide laws. A concealed carry permit is must-issue to (almost) anyone.
- On Yom Kippur at least six people at synagogue were packing
- People raise horses, cows, llamas, and peacocks (I know, a bit out of place) a few miles away from where we’re parked in downtown Reno.
- There are wild horses all throughout the mountains. (And rattlesnakes, which admittedly are less fun.)
- There are cowboys. Many cowboys. ‘Nuff said.
- Non-outdoorsy people don’t have Camelbaks. Okay, not such a big deal. But the big deal is that people have no idea what they are! Ayo has even been asked multiple times if she is on oxygen!
- On a similar note, it seems as though the only people who walk around Reno are day laborers and me. Bike lanes are all over the place, but they mostly go unused. I’ve been really happy with my biking here (around 10 miles a day, with a long ride once a week), but I have almost never shared a bike rack with another bike.
- This one isn’t so Wild West, but Nevadans dip their pizza in ranch dressing and pour honey on their crusts. I’ll admit that it tastes pretty good, but what the hell?!
Anyway, we’re having fun here. The surrounding mountains are great, the air is fresh, and the outdoor recreation is wonderful.
posted by jay and ayo