There is a huge art installation in the desert on the outskirts of Goldfield. Vehicles of several kinds have been arranged on or in the ground and painted in a variety of eclectic themes and motifs.
And that's all I can say in words. Nothing can really convey the heat or dust, the mountain-bike-park irregularity of the tracks, the arresting strangeness of the art itself, or the weird stillness of the air ...
