Day eight

Day eight
Fallon to Cold Springs
63 daily
416.5 total

So long Fallon. Fallon is known for super gross/dangerous tap water.

There's an Airforce station outside of Fallon so jets (not pictured) are taking off all the time.

The Salt Wells are a few miles away.

For miles straight folks spell their names (or something else) with rocks in the Salt Wells in a ditch that follows the highway.

What's that called you ask? Why, that's Sand Mtn! People are racing dune buggies up and down.

Shortly after this my camera ran out of batteries. Darn.

I reach Middlegate in decent time. I decide to push 11 miles for Cold Springs to shave some miles off of tomorrow's ride. The next eleven miles is tough! A steady incline and a slight headwind give me a moderate case of the I-don't-wanna-any-mores. These desert basins are incredible! Besides being surprisingly colorful, judging grade and distance is really strange. Sometimes I cannot tell if I'm traveling up, down or level! I think seeing the road way ahead on the horizon is a big part of the illusion

Reach Cold Springs and the ol' battery is back in action!

Day nine

Cold Springs to Austin
50 daily
466.5 total

One last look at Cold Springs Station

I rode really hard all morning and made great time, until the final climb into Austin. The last hill into town is a real lung-puker!

As I looked at this cemetery a jet sonic boomed and scared the living crap out of me!

I arrive in Austin before noon!

These patriotic dogs look forward to Memorial Day

Day ten

Austin to Eureka
70 daily
537 total



Got an early start and passed a cool old church

The first climb was nice. The sun was out!


Highway 50 stretches out towards Eureka from Bob Scott Summit

B.Y.O.W. - a recurring theme in Nevada

The remaining ride to Eureka is a 15-25 mph 3hr rip. Nice!

The wind pushed me all the way!
These guard rails appear once or twice a day so I take the chance to lean the bike and take a seat

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Don't mess with the Eureka fire house- it is bomb proof.

As I arrive at the hotel, I meet another cyclist, Mark. He's riding the same route as me and his friend Bill follows him in an RV.

There's snow in the forecast tomorrow. If it's really coming down in the morning I might wait it out for a day.