Now, where was I? After Kanosh, things started to open up a good bit compared to the Fishlake/Paiute area.
The trail became a good bit easier to follow, and our speed picked up as a result. We occasionally would see a dust cloud on the horizon coming from another vehicle speeding across the terrain.
We could see good sized patches of green in the distance indicating a water source and a ranch nearby.
Eastern Nevada was looming large, but we are not quite there yet. We are getting close to the highway 50 area, the lonliest highway in the country according to some.
Parts of this area are certainly beautiful. Some of the road was being maintained and in places the gravel was pretty deep and a lot like riding on marbles. Iím not complaining, but give me that knarly rocky sandy(as long as it isnít too deep) stuff any day over the groomed high speed gravel. It was nice to make some time though.
Crystal Peak is very pretty and distinctly different than what surrounds it.
On the other side of it, another valley stretches toward the horizion with more mountains on the other side. This pattern repeats itself over and over.
This is looking back toward Crystal Peak.
Nearing Baker Nevada and a cold beer, or perhaps more than one.
This stuff was fun, and we are almost there.
As we pull in to the hotel/casino in Baker, I spy some bikes with big license plates and realize we have caught up to the New Zealanders. Dave, Tim and String are riding an F800, Dr650 and a 650 Xchallenge. It has been nearly a month since I met them at the Time Warp Tea room in Knoxville. These boys are hard core riders. After riding from Long Beach California to Tennessee to start the TAT, they decided it would be a worthy endeavor to put their feet in the Atlantic prior to starting the 5000 mile trail. So, on the Tuesday I met them, they rode over to Charleston to check off that box, and back to Knoxvegas to mount tires and begin the journey later that week.
I didnít get a picture at dinner that night, but we had a bite to eat and a few cold beers together while telling tales of traversing the plains, the Rockies, Utah canyons and sand traps, and tearing across the desert. We didnít know it that night, but it would become a pattern and something we looked forward to every day for the next several. Iíll let Big T have the floor now.
Oh yeah, Mitch with your skill set you would take right to the off road stuff. I think you would really like it.