I'm going to rent myself a room at the side of the freeway,
Pack my bags in the morning, and ride my bike each day.
And when the evening rolls around,
I'll check in and lay my body down.
Before the morning light comes streaming in,
I'll get up and do it again, Amen.
(Apologies to Jackson Browne)
Today was just like yesterday, only 50% longer. There were long
climbs, concrete rumble strips, and headwinds, often combined. This
ride just about kicked my ass.
Both sag stops were at the top of hills. This is actually the most
sensible place to put a sag stop, because it's somewhere you're going
to want to stop anyway, and you're probably running low on water and
fuel. The second sag was actually moved up from the town of Oasis to
the Pequop Summit.
Kathy and Cindy have been making peanut butter sandwiches, which Neil
and Emily are transporting to the sag.
Wendover is a big town by local standards. West Wendover, on the
Nevada side, is built up on gambling, mostly from a Utah clientele.
East Wendover, on the Utah side, doesn't have much of anything going
for it.
Apparently, all of Wendover is on Mountain time, even though most of
Nevada is on Pacific time. Confusingly, the clock in our hotel room
is set to Pacific time.
When we crested the final hill, we saw the stark division between the
brown hills of Nevada, and the white salt flats of Utah. This is the
most natural state line that isn't a river.
I will never again mistake Nevada for someplace flat.
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