We recently moved out of Utah permanently and decided to make the drive to California by way of the sparsely traveled Highway 50. As mentioned in the previous post, we stopped off at the old roost of Bob Stinson before continuing on out of Utah into the vast expanse of the Nevada desert.
Crossing the state line into Nevada we encountered something I had never seen before: freezing sprinklers.
Conditions were just cold enough to freeze the water as it fell to the ground but not cold enough to freeze the pipes.
I'm pretty sure we were trespassing since we jumped a couple of fences to get out to the sprinklers, but no one was around to yell at us so I don't feel that bad.