Day 5 was a short ride. I left Fallon's RV park late (about 8:30), and stopped in town at Jerry's Restaurant for breakfast. Great food. Very 'MURCA.
The ride was 109kms through the desert, with a couple short climbs. It got hot. New lesson: drink more water. Make your water drinking habits ridiculous. Definitely not a lesson I learned on Day 5, despite having brought about 5.5L into the desert with me.
Other than taking in a lesson on how dehydrated the desert can make you (whether it is hot out or cold), the ride was scenic and fast. I reached Cold Springs Station before 2pm, despite my very lazy start to the day. I decided to stay there the night and use the free time I had to plan parts of my journey to come.
The Station itself was quite a funny place to hang out. It seemed to have at least 4 owners, and everyone else there seemed to act as if they owned the place too. Did I mention that it was the only source of food and water for 65 miles in either direction? Maybe there was something in that water that made the patrons/owners extra vociferous, but I learned a lot about the state of Nevada politics that night.
The main image I snapped after stepping out of my tent in the early evening, right after setting things up. Unfortunately I forgot to take my camera around to take pictures of the Station itself. It really buys into the Pony Express Trail mentality.
The Pony Express: I have been, and for the next few days will be, travelling along US Hwy 50 - dubbed by Life Magazine in 1986 as "The Loneliest Road in America", and not to be tackled save by those with great survival skills. It was originally a mail route braved by young men on fast horses, delivering across dangerous territory. Google it.
Though the route still is challenging, I think Life's warning has lost its edge.