Sorry for the Delays in Information . . .

It has been a couple of days since I posted our progress. The problem has been twofold. First, when you get into a hotel after riding 300 miles on an old enduro, you fall asleep on top of the covers (Yuch!) with your nasty riding gear intact. Second, you often find posting photos with a bad net connection to be too frustrating to deal with.

Hopefully over the next couple of installments I can regain your interest.

We left Winnemucca kind of late, around 10:00 and headed off into the desert. Gravel showed up about 20 minutes into the ride and stayed with us until we intersected 140. The route we took was under some of the bluest skies I have ever seen.



We also came upon a dry lake bed somewhere a bit NW of Winnemucca. It came complete with mirage that looked like a nice, beaconing lake. As hot as it was, it would have been pretty tempting to trek over to it.





As we left the lake and were riding along towards the next destination, someone was either taking a short cut across it, or was doing some speed record time trials. No time to snap a photo, but it was neat to see. The area is pretty but sparse.



After an hour or two in the desolation that is NW Nevada, we hit highway 140 and headed towards Denio Junction. More of the desolation we would become familiar with on the trip.



A herd of deer that ran across our path . . .



We were hoping to locate the TAT where it crosses 140 south of Denio, but there was nothing to be found where the GPS said it should be. We decided to get some gas and ponder our options.



sometime after noon and had some lunch. Highly recommend the burger which consisted of about half a pound of prime beef hand formed an perfectly cooked.



I think this was the Donor . . .



The milkshakes are also damn fine.



After that we caught the TAT off of 140 next to yet another dry lake. It showed as a lake on my Garmin, but not a drop was to be seen. What is it with Sam - he has half a dozen nice county gravel roads to choose from and he picks the antelope trail you would miss without a GPS!







In case you ever wondered how you read a gps on a motorcycle when you need reading glasses and it is really bright sunlight outside . . .



Joe and I decided to brave the trail and where there is really one rule of thumb - try not to hit any rocks bigger than your head! My 400 was tossed about like a rowboat in a hurricane, and Joe's 360 took it even worse. Great view if you make it, probably death if you mess up.







If you survive the hill climb (questionable) you are presented with some really nice backroad two track. We saw a couple of groups of wild Mules and numerous Antelope on the trail. They were too fast for my camera.

Due to time constraints, we decided to hit the trail in sections and slab it on to make the coast on Sunday. Hence, the blacktop called us for a section on to Lakeview. Good road, and another state line crossing.



Met up with our support truck in Lakeview, and spent too short a night at the International 8 motel. Really nice folks and the most rotund mongrel dog I have ever seen.



She said the only thing it ever bit was a donut, and I am thinking it never met a donut it didn't like!

I also made the mistake of riding for awhile in the morning without my gloves as it was too hot. OOOOPS! A large bottle of Solarcane liberally applied inside my riding gloves for the rest of the trip made it tolerable.



Don't try this at home!

I will break these posts up into days for easy digestion. So off to the next day after a slumber . . .