Loneliest Road in America - Eureka - 9/28/2006
 

Minutes after leaving our hotel this morning, we entered the Loneliest Road in America - Highway 50.  For the loneliest road in America, it sure was a f'in party with all the cars on the road.  I thought the road would be desolate, but contrary to popular belief, cars and trucks were everywhere.

Look at the tunnel carved out of the mountain side here.  It looks straight out of a Road Runner cartoon where the coyote paints a tunnel, the road runner goes through, but the coyote slams right into the mountain.

On Highway 50, they have areas where trucks and put on and take off chains for their tires.  This, of course, means a summit is coming.

Here's Dave's computer hitting 10,000 km.  I don't know why he uses the metric system.  He thinks he's European or something.  We're in America, friend.  We state distances in miles here.

Here I am at the first pass.  Judging from my smile, this was a chumpish pass.  I guess it all has to do with grades, right?

While riding today, Dave dropped water off his bike.  Great, there goes my desert drinking water!  Why can't he secure stuff tightly on his bike?

We saw a ton of cyclists going the opposite direction from us today.  A few of them were yelling at us to stop in a few miles and have lunch.  I think one or two pulled a U-turn on the highway to definitely tell us to stop for lunch down the road.

So, a few miles down the road, we come across an organized pit stop for a cycling tour.  How fun!  They welcomed us with open arms.  Free food, chairs, shade and small talk.  The group is called OATBRAN - One Awesome Tour Bike Ride Across Nevada.  Great name.

A little down the road, we climbed over our 2nd summit of the day.  By the way, what's the difference between a pass and a summit?  The first hill of the day was a pass, this one is a summit.  This one was harder than the first.

Desert terrain.

Am I being robbed of the Pancake Summit sign?  I have this in my notes.  I'm guessing I was climbing a lot and what seemed like the summit wasn't actually the summit, until I finally got to the much anticipated sign.

Is there a purpose in life for flies other than to annoy the sh*t out of me?  I hate it when flies just swarm around you because you're the only form of water and life to them!

Speaking of water, here are some gallons of water left on the side of the road by two women walking across America.  I have no idea when/where they started and where they're going.  I do know they're going Westbound (we were told by other people).  Apparently what they do is befriend people they meet to put water on the side of the road for them a mile or so down the road so it can be there waiting for them.  Very smart.  I heard they were camping along the way.  Good for them.  No thanks for me.  I'm a mule as it is carrying my own stuff on a bike but they have to carry their stuff on their back.  Yikes.  Just imagine walking through the desert with a heavy load on your back.

My feet and "seat" were hurting today.  At mile 73, we were climbing at 6% to get to the top of Pinto Summit.  As you can see from this picture, I'm pretty tired by now.

When we arrived in town, the Best Western had only two rooms left.  I didn't care how much, we're taking one.  As of writing this entry, I have absolutely no recollection of the mo/hotel we stayed in.  Where are the families?  They make the trip so much more memorable.  I remember all the unfortunate camping nights, too.  Camping haunts me that much that I can't get it out of my mind!

Today's hard desert ride reminds me of two songs:

A Horse with no Name
Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain

Blowin' In The Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?