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Day 14,

August 5th, 2003.

 

A Beautiful Day

 

A morning started rather strange and funny. I woke up hearing someone approaching the tent. The place I actually set up the tent is at the end of the bike path/ walking road, that had a closed gate half a mile before it.

I managed to flip the lock up and open the door in the fence, going further to the closed part of the walk way.

Well, as it turned out, I was not the only one to do this, as this old man after the same operation, was coming closer to the tent.

The man was around 60-70 years old, wearing a sports costume and walking shoes. He obviously was local, making his routine morning exercise. I managed to get out of the tent before he came closer and started to put it down.

When the man was near the tent, he made a circle around it and when I thought he was going to walk back, he started to walk right around my little tent making circle after circle.

For some reason I didn’t feel like doing or saying anything so I just kept putting the tent down and wandered what was up with that guy.

He circled around the tent for around 10 or 15 times and finally, without words, started walking back on the bike path.

 

When I packed up and started cycling back, I caught up with the old man, and, for a second, had an idea of making circles around him on the bike while he walked. J This seemed funny to me, but of course I didn’t actually do it as it would be very disrespectful for an older person.

 

Today I want to accomplish more than yesterday, in terms of mileage. J

I went to the grocery store and bought nearly 5 pounds of bananas, then stopped at Wal-Mart and bought two boxes of donuts and two cans of peanut butter. Butter has so many calories, I could probably ride to Canada on only peanut butter. ;)

I also got another frozen Mexican dinner and ate it in 15 minutes heated up in the magnetron (Dutch word for microwaveJ), on the nearest gas station.

 

I got on Nevada Hwy. 50 going North East. The road was going through the busy part of town and climbing few hills, in 11 miles I rolled down into little town called Dayton. There I stopped to look at a funky car with not that funky price. (refer to pictures), and drank something cold at a gas station.

It’ pretty hot today.

 

Another hour and a half I was going on a now quitter portion of Hwy.50. In 25 miles I rode into place called Silver Springs. There was an intersection of Hwy. 50 and Hwy. 90, with a little gas station near by and NOTHING else. As far as I could see, there was just this grey, sun burnt land going to the horizon. By the way, Highway 50 is called The Loneliest Road in America.

 

I continued on Hwy. 95 North heading to Fernley. That is another 15 miles. The road again started going uphill and for about 2-3 miles I was walking. Luckily, cars would pass only about every 5 minutes, so I basically had the road to myself.

 

The road was going among very dead looking area, with no plants or any signs of life.

In 30 minutes, already close to Fernley, I was passing by the high school. Since it’s summer, school hasn’t started yet and there were no students. I rode to the school and walked into a big fitness center looking for showers. The doors were closed, unfortunately.

 

In few more miles I entered the town of Fernley, Nevada. To rest and look around, I stopped at a pawn shop. The guy had a really big collection of all kinds of things: guns, electronics, watches and bicycles. J The bikes were simple Wal-Mart Magnas and Roadmasters, but right at the time I was there, a young guy pulled up in pick-up truck. He asked the owner if he could sell his bike here. Owner went to the truck to look at the bike. This was a high-end mountain bike Trek, with disk brake on the front and Shimano Deore components. The owner of the shop knew the value of the bike, but on purpose pointed at the flat tire and said all he could give is 50$. J The young guy said ok and took the bike out of the truck bed. I couldn’t believe this. J Well, at least he got money for something he didn’t need. Guy said he was moving and didn’t want the bike anymore, and had nowhere to keep it. Something like that…

 

As soon as I saw nearest Mc Donald’s, I headed straight in, to hide from the heat. Since the food I had in the bags will be needed later on the deserted roads, I used an opportunity and ate a chicken sandwich with ice-cream cone.

Across the street was a grocery store, so I went there and got some bread.

 

Now, since I wanted to visit a friend in Spokane, Washington, I needed to keep moving north. Highway 447 was going that way, but 95 that is also going nicely into Oregon, was united with Interstate 80, where bicycles were not allowed.

 

I turned around and went to search for the beginning of 447. As it turned out, first I had to ride few mines on 427 and go under the Freeway.

 

The surroundings soon begun to look more and more isolated.

One more time I stopped to ask for direction to 447, at the cement factory, where I met a very nice person – Coley.

He was extremely polite and at the same time simple. Coley worked on this factory for more than 20 years, which supplies cement for Carson City, Reno, and surroundings. He described me the process of preparing the cement; breaking the limestone, adding clay, etc. Very interesting.

 

Finally, I saw the beginning of 447 and stopped at near by “sale” that employed a very attractive to tourists sign “Nothing knew”. Problem was, there were not many tourists.

 

On the sale there was another bicycle for $5. Hey, bikes get cheaper in the desert. J The wheels were 26 inches diameter, so I couldn’t use anything from it. One Indian man was looking at the bicycle with an interest.

 

In 10 or 15 minutes riding, I stopped to look around shocked with the scenery I never saw before. It was very special atmosphere, being somewhere in the desert with the bicycle. Meaning you can’t just get out of here – and there are very few people – far from civilization. I took few pictures still being shocked by the views. Before continuing to ride, I walked on the road enjoying the view of the road going far away.

 

I rode another 15 miles and the time was approximately 8 o’clock already. For the past hour I was already thinking about a place to camp. Problem was – it’s a desert with nothing really to hide behind and most areas could be seen from the road, so the tent would definitely be seen.

Finally, before crossing a bridge, I saw an oasis on the right. J It was a GREEN area near the creek. I found a little road going approximately that direction and soon came the beautiful place near the water.

 

I was happy like dog to be rewarded with such a place after the hot day.

Before it got dark, I set up the tent and went to walk around the creek and look at the plants. One thing was notable about this place – the great amount of blood hungry loud mosquitoes.

After washing off, I got into the tent as soon as I could. Few mosquitoes still made it inside, and I had to kill them before going to sleep. I caught them and there was already plenty of blood in them. I wonder who they sucked it from. Cows??

The sound of them angrily trying to get through mosquito net, was my tonight’s melody under which I soon feel asleep.

 

Today – 70 miles.

 

 

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