Ely, NV

Turns out we knew all along where's we were going - Ely NV, more specifically the Hotel Nevada. A great place full of rancher junk (affectionately referred to, of course), old slots and 6 floors of one the finest desert hotel I've ever planted my butt into. Of course, I'd never recommend a place just because they gave me drink tickets, but hey -- free drinks. Anyway, was a real good stop and I had to do some business anyway so I needed a real telephone (and they had one).