Back On Two Wheels

I’ve headed east again. I’m taking the same route through Nevada that I rode last year. The Lonliest Road in America has seemed a bit less so today. Austin was fairly bustling. It doesn’t seem that long ago I was riding like this. I forgot a few things. My roll up camp chair is currently the most missed. It’s difficult to do much in a tent laying flat. At least alone.

Just past Fallon are some salt flats. People have written next to the road with round, black stones the names of people that I’m assuming have died there, though it’s hard to say what from. There’s nothing to run into. If you veer off the road you’d continue for miles in dirty salt before hitting a mountain. Maybe they shrivelled up like a snail? Someone did write “SWEET”. But judging from the all caps it probably had less to do with someone dying and more to do with someone being high. At any rate, I made it through. It was kinda sweet.

I went past the Sand Mountain Recreation Area again. It’s a rather large, naturally occuring mound of sand hemmed in by hard mountains. It’s like that spot in the living room behind the chair next to the buffet. Hard to clean. But folks use this one fir recreating. I almost missed it this time. I wonder if it blew over a few feet from last year?

I had lunch in a Mexican restaurant in Eureka, NV listening to hard core music coming out of the kitchen and the next table over converse in Chinese. I think it was a family of tourists. It reminded me that traveling brings to life some of the strange situation that may get overlooked at home.

I hit Ely right when I suspected I would. It’s chilly. It was chilly all the way from Austin, just about. It gives me a little worry as I sold my three season motorcycle gloves and left my heavy winter riding gloves at home. I hope going into Colorado won’t be too cold.

Start of the day: 20653

End of the day: 20986

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