I am now well and truly in the Great Basin of Nevada. The scenery, if I looked up long enough to take it in before I got an eyefull of wind, is the same mile to mile. Hills, about 500 to 1000 feet high, separated by 20 km stretches of open flats.
The wind was strong today, mostly a crossing head, making for slow going. I've bedded down in Ely, NV. Hopefully the scenery is a little more interesting tomorrow, and I don't get snowed on again.