Isolated Café Fills Empty Spaces with Life — April Orcutt Bleak mountains, empty valleys, sage dust, nary a creature in sight — the isolated, lonely landscape gnawed at our psyches and cooked our brains in 100-plus-degree August heat in our non-air-conditioned VW Vanagon camper, rolling along Highway 50, the “Loneliest Road in America.” Brown desert and barren ranges of Nevada…