Today: 63 Miles - AVG Speed: 11.4MPH - Top Speed: 34.3MPH
Total: 5,089.5 Miles
It was a struggle looking for a diner in Fallon this morning. A town of 8,500 people should have a few options, but no. It had one option according to both a typed google search and the use of Siri, which I know is basically the same thing, but I needed to check with that bloke from The Weakest Link, if only to arouse pleasant memories of lonely Tuesday afternoons spent salivating over that pension collecting sexpot, Anne Robinson.
Unsurprisingly, seeing as we’re in Nevada, the spot we found was inside a casino. The food was very good, but it was a bizarre sensation eating in a dark room while just meters away the rhythmic electronic bleeps of slot machines were doing their best to entice spirit drinking patrons to continue spending at 10am on a Sunday morning. It is a shame to see so many people living their weekends this way, and if that sounds a little pious, then take pleasure in knowing that Matthias and I also tried to spend our loose quarters in these machines, and I did have a beer for breakfast at the motel, but as I’ve told you before, it neutralises the lactic acid and as my dad would say (over and over and over again) “It’s medicinal, son”.
The first 40 miles of the day were great, we had a gentle breeze and the heat was acceptable, but at 2:00pm as we were just 25 miles from the Nevada state capital, Carson City, the smoke from the Yosemite wildfire began to engulf us, this wasn’t like standing next to a bellowing campfire as I had naively anticipated, but there was, and still is, a thick haze all around us, visibility is down to about 1 mile and the Sierra Nevada mountains are almost undetectable. The is massively disappointing as I had wished to experience the splendour of Lake Tahoe tomorrow, but I have been told not to bother going as the views will be diminished and my perception of the place won’t be a good one. It is fair to say, though, that any regrets I may have had have been firmly put in perspective, as there are many small towns and rural retreats in grave danger, not to mention the blow to the ecosystem and tourism of the region. Well, onwards and upwards, quite literally, as tomorrow I will be ascending the final mountain climb of the tour. It’s a 4,000 foot climb over the Carson pass and I can’t wait for the opportunity to push myself. I will be pushing myself alone, though, as Matthias is leaving early to get in a 140-mile day. It will be a shame to say goodbye to him. As I type he is taking photos of the sky with his stern eyes and blaring out some very infectious techno from his homeland. That’s Matthias for you: snapping and raving, raving and snapping. Great stuff.
Total: 5,089.5 Miles
It was a struggle looking for a diner in Fallon this morning. A town of 8,500 people should have a few options, but no. It had one option according to both a typed google search and the use of Siri, which I know is basically the same thing, but I needed to check with that bloke from The Weakest Link, if only to arouse pleasant memories of lonely Tuesday afternoons spent salivating over that pension collecting sexpot, Anne Robinson.
Unsurprisingly, seeing as we’re in Nevada, the spot we found was inside a casino. The food was very good, but it was a bizarre sensation eating in a dark room while just meters away the rhythmic electronic bleeps of slot machines were doing their best to entice spirit drinking patrons to continue spending at 10am on a Sunday morning. It is a shame to see so many people living their weekends this way, and if that sounds a little pious, then take pleasure in knowing that Matthias and I also tried to spend our loose quarters in these machines, and I did have a beer for breakfast at the motel, but as I’ve told you before, it neutralises the lactic acid and as my dad would say (over and over and over again) “It’s medicinal, son”.
The first 40 miles of the day were great, we had a gentle breeze and the heat was acceptable, but at 2:00pm as we were just 25 miles from the Nevada state capital, Carson City, the smoke from the Yosemite wildfire began to engulf us, this wasn’t like standing next to a bellowing campfire as I had naively anticipated, but there was, and still is, a thick haze all around us, visibility is down to about 1 mile and the Sierra Nevada mountains are almost undetectable. The is massively disappointing as I had wished to experience the splendour of Lake Tahoe tomorrow, but I have been told not to bother going as the views will be diminished and my perception of the place won’t be a good one. It is fair to say, though, that any regrets I may have had have been firmly put in perspective, as there are many small towns and rural retreats in grave danger, not to mention the blow to the ecosystem and tourism of the region. Well, onwards and upwards, quite literally, as tomorrow I will be ascending the final mountain climb of the tour. It’s a 4,000 foot climb over the Carson pass and I can’t wait for the opportunity to push myself. I will be pushing myself alone, though, as Matthias is leaving early to get in a 140-mile day. It will be a shame to say goodbye to him. As I type he is taking photos of the sky with his stern eyes and blaring out some very infectious techno from his homeland. That’s Matthias for you: snapping and raving, raving and snapping. Great stuff.
Way too many cars there for 9am on a Sunday morning.
Thats Matthias near me, and the Sierra Nevadas in the background . Just.
I'll miss my official photographer.
He speaks three languages: English, German and Seduction.
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