Day 5 - Welcome to the Desert

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.

 

One of those middle-of-the-desert shots.  This is one of many (hundreds?) of "historic markers" that are along the side of US Hwy 50.

One of those middle-of-the-desert shots.  This is one of many (hundreds?) of "historic markers" that are along the side of US Hwy 50.

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