Desert Camping on the loneliest highway in America

James and I were cruising down the Loneliest Highway in America  US 50 in Nevada. The road is 2 lanes  and winds through desert, mountains, and sand dunes. It was late at night and we were just minding our own business jamming out to some real heavy tunes when our spirit guide came out and slapped us in the face. A large owl swooped in front of the car and looked at us. I think the owl was looking at the rack and bikes but maybe he was telling us to heighten our senses. Soon after the owl, a truck flies by us with quads in the back. We see his tail lights venture off the highway and rip down a dirt road. Of course we turned around for further investigation. At the end of the dirt road were these dunes and a lot of people partying. Needing a place to sleep this was the perfect place. Upon rising in the morning we woke up to 6 figure tube buggies roasting the dunes around us. FYI sand under tent floor makes for really good sleep. After hanging out and enjoying the heat, we met a guy named Jim.  He brothered us up and gave us some tequila shots in the mid day sun. After waiting for a little while he finally dropped the question we were waiting for =  You guys want a ride in some dune buggies? Jim we thought you would never ask. This dune buggy ride still reigns supreme as the best hell ride I have ever experienced in a moving vehicle of any kind. We ripped up the ridge line to the top of the sand mountain then kick turned at the top and ripped straight down. Over 100 mph in a little buggy floating on the sand. It felt like we were flying. Then we went back up to the top of the dunes and got out of the buggies. To our surprise a cooler full of beers broke out on the scene and we crushed beers at the top of a sand mountain. It was the kind of experience you'll only find when your'e not looking . Thank you spirit guide