Today's mileage: 48
Total mileage: 659
The Day That Wouldn't Start
We began our morning in Fallon with a trip to Wal-Mart, and a couple of failed attempts to find a bike shop that didn't exist. Alpine Dave bought a new tire and we headed for the last mini-mart at the edge of town to stock up on water and snacks. After getting ALL ready to go, we started out for the road, only to discover that I had a flat tire. So it was back to the shade to fix that, and it was after 11:00 by the time we really got going.
Highway 50 is known as America's Loneliest Highway, and we were about to find out why. We passed through some salt flats and continued up into the mountains, and saw very few cars along the way.
We arrived at Middlegate to find a sign welcoming us to "the Middle of Nowhere, Population 17." When we saw what we were dealing with, we decided to continue another 13 miles to a private campground at Cold Springs. Wesley was busy tinkering with his bike, so Dave and I went inside the bar/mini-mart to sample the $1.50 Miller High Life. We were soon informed that Cold Springs had burned to the ground... So we decided to stay in Middlegate. There was free camping behind the bar, and it happened to be right under the only trees from Fallon to Ely.
We enjoyed a hearty dinner at the bar, listening to the local yokels gossip.
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