Here’s how the LetroLux cafe in Baker Nevada saved my hide last night. Our plan was to drive on Rt 50, the so-called “loneliest road in America” all the way across Nevada and to camp at Great Basin National Park. Good plan, right? The only challenge is that campgrounds at the park are first come, first served. Lest you think the executive director of the Sierra Club gets any special privileges, the answer is no. So when we arrived at the park, in very, very remote eastern Nevada and all the spots at all five campgrounds were full, we were out of luck. And since I had assured Mary Brune that we’d get a site (don’t worry, Mary!), it was me that was out of luck. And since, our three sweet little angels in the back seat were hungry and a just a tad, ahem, impatient, I wasn’t the most popular person in the car. It was also dusk, past dinner time. Oh, and we were about to run out of gas. And then, a light in the darkness! The little town of Baker, Nevada. My new favorite little town in the west. About half the town of Baker (pop approx 100), were gathered at the LetroLux cafe for a pizza/beer/dance party that spilled into the street. We sat down, had a few drinks, and the owners invited us and some other late-night stragglers to camp out back. We hung out for a few hours, made some new friends, had some ice cream, and all was right again.