I was looking for the road to Belmont out of Manhattan (the two ghost town destinations for the day) and took a right, thinking “This MUST be it!”
I hadn’t gone a quarter mile when I saw in the distance, an old bus and and RV. Being in very rural Nevada, I thought, “Dammit! I must be in someone’s back yard!” I didn’t want to intrude, so I drove a little further until I could find a place to turn around.
Then I noticed the RV was pretty beaten up. And the windows on the bus were completely blown out. The place was abandoned. Lucky me. An unexpected detour.