GARDNERVILLE, Nev. — The south end of the Carson Valley is flexing. The still-rising sun pops in and out of sight between the leaves, and an insignificant breeze blows through these farmlands. Robins engage in a game of tag. The serenity at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range, however, is emphatically interrupted as a camouflage-colored ATV barrels down an elongated driveway toward a black steel gate.
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The driver, the sunlight bouncing off the sunglasses, triggers the automated gate to open then turns the ATV and races off without a word.
When I catch up and exit my Ford Explorer rental in front of a massive garage, “Stone Cold” Steve
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