Cross Country Trip

Day three: I've never ridden so much in a straight line.

Mark got home around 10:30 and I got up and joined him for a snifter of whiskey and some chatting. As expected I paid for it by waking up "late" so I didn't hit the road until around 10:30. That said, we did manage to finally bleed the rear brakes and they feel pretty good now.

Now that I'm not afraid of eating it while braking on gravel, we head back inside where Teresa (sorry T I never actually got the spelling of your name) had prepared sausage patties and waffles. Yum!

The scenery was pretty much the same as I'd already seen in Nevada, so the next time I brought the camera out was at Cold Springs, where I stopped for lunch. I'm told the place burnt to the ground in 2007, and they just reopened last year. The gas pumps are all that remain of the old place.

The rest of the day was a lot of this.

Turn on highway x, go 100 miles. Turn on highway y, go another 100 miles. The views were vast and impressive, but they still got a bit monotonous. Luckily, there was the occasional roadside distraction, like Rachel, NV.

Where the Little A'le'inn sits, a business of unknown purpose, but whose parking lot contains a mock old tow truck with a flying saucer on the hook. I couldn't resist the photo op.

In the last miles while I still had some sun, I saw the biggest rainbow.

For reference, the field of view of that image is the same as my eyes —if you weren't looking at the middle of the rainbow, you couldn't see the whole thing.

I found some twisties, but it was dark and in the last 12 miles of my ride. I kept it boring in favour of not hitting a deer, which is good since one tried to commit suicide by motorcycle while I was on the last two miles before the campground.

Looks like we have a full moon tonight, sorry for the jaunty angle, but my camera wouldn't sit flat on the ground by itself. Goodnight.