It's oh-dark-thirty, and I'm on the bike, headed for Paonia, Colorado. I've got 825 miles to knock out today riding across the Nevada and Utah deserts, so I'm up before dawn to cover as much ground before it gets hot.
Heading east on Highway 50, I watch the sun rise on the horizon. I'm heading across Nevada on Highway 50, then picking up I-70 in Utah, which will take me to Grand Junction, Colorado, where I will exit the interstate.
Passing through Fallon, NV, I am reminded of the Navy's ironic presence in desert of Northern Nevada.
My shadow is my companion on the "lonliest road."
The morning sun creates interesting shadows on the mountains. Recent rains have added some green to the normally brown pallete.
Highway 50 runs along the Pony Express trail. Ruins of old Pony Express stations are visible from the road.
Heading for Utah.
The morning is starting to heat up as I drop into the basin west of Delta, UT. For me, this is the worst part of the journey: hot, straight, and desolate. The salt pans do make an interesting sight at least.
Heading towards Scipio and I-70. The mountain range on the right is the cause of a 15 mile detour. Highway 50 skirts this mountain range to the north, then heads back south before connecting with I-70.
Interstates are slower than taking the two-lane blacktop. Interstates are full of cars, law enforcement, and construction. I always make better time on Highway 50 than on I-80, or in this case, I-70.
Cruel irony as the temperature rises into the 90's.
At least I-70 is a very scenic road as far as interstates go. Whether in Colorado or in Utah, it is always a beautiful trip. That seems to change on the eastern plains of Colordo, but out west, it is a great road.
Friday morning, I go for a ride with my friends from Colorado and Texas. We run down Highway 92 to the Black Canyon. Stopping at one of the scenic turnouts, we are joined by some Cobras from a Cobra car club.
The Black Canyon of the Gunnison. It is much more impressive on the south rim, further west of here.
Riding along Blue Mesa Reservoir, we are now headed towards Lake City. As we approach the town, we have to pass a few cars. Apparently one of them called into town, as we are met by the local sherrif. He gives us a good talking to, at one point notifying me that I seem to be a "type A personality." He lets us off after a good lecture. We dutifully slow things down a bit on the way back.
Blue Mesa Reservoir
After a day of riding, we get washed up, grab dinner, and settle in for an evening of tall tales.