Today's mileage: 73
Total mileage: 611
The day began in good spirits with a big breakfast at the diner in the attached to our hotel.
As we left town, Dave saw an Ordnance Museum and insisted on having his picture taken with some big ammo.
The first 20 miles took us along beautiful Walker Lake. Road conditions were less than optimal. Nevada is really big on ble strips, except these aren't any ordinary ble strips. Going over them on your bike rattles your brain around inside your head. The other problem is that they take up half of the shoulder, leaving only a foot-wide strip to ride on, sometimes less. And when there is a guard rail, forget about it - treacherous!
Up until this point, we hadn't seen much wildlife. The signs that claimed bighorn sheep were near didn't pan out, even with my excellent sheep calls echoing through the canyon... but we did see some of the biggest, scariest spiderwebs around.
We arrived in the small town of Schurz for a quick lunch. My butt was killing me, and so was my shoulder.
So we pushed on the final 40 miles to Fallon. There were a couple climbs and some nice long descents. Alpine got a flat at the top of the last hill, which he fixed without much ado. Later, he was hearing some weird sounds from his back wheel, and discovered that his tire had a big rip in it. He pushed on but shortly got another flat and opted to patch the tire with electrical tape. Thanks to Fox, Alpine had plenty of new tubes to spare. He made it the remaining two miles into town on the damaged tire.
Wesley was already in Fallon, where he discovered that the rodeo was in town. We opted for a hotel, since the only camping option was to pitch a tent at the fairgrounds amid the hustle and bustle of the rodeo.
Total mileage: 611
The day began in good spirits with a big breakfast at the diner in the attached to our hotel.
As we left town, Dave saw an Ordnance Museum and insisted on having his picture taken with some big ammo.
The first 20 miles took us along beautiful Walker Lake. Road conditions were less than optimal. Nevada is really big on ble strips, except these aren't any ordinary ble strips. Going over them on your bike rattles your brain around inside your head. The other problem is that they take up half of the shoulder, leaving only a foot-wide strip to ride on, sometimes less. And when there is a guard rail, forget about it - treacherous!
Up until this point, we hadn't seen much wildlife. The signs that claimed bighorn sheep were near didn't pan out, even with my excellent sheep calls echoing through the canyon... but we did see some of the biggest, scariest spiderwebs around.
We arrived in the small town of Schurz for a quick lunch. My butt was killing me, and so was my shoulder.
So we pushed on the final 40 miles to Fallon. There were a couple climbs and some nice long descents. Alpine got a flat at the top of the last hill, which he fixed without much ado. Later, he was hearing some weird sounds from his back wheel, and discovered that his tire had a big rip in it. He pushed on but shortly got another flat and opted to patch the tire with electrical tape. Thanks to Fox, Alpine had plenty of new tubes to spare. He made it the remaining two miles into town on the damaged tire.
Wesley was already in Fallon, where he discovered that the rodeo was in town. We opted for a hotel, since the only camping option was to pitch a tent at the fairgrounds amid the hustle and bustle of the rodeo.
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