|No oatmeal? Ohhh, are we going to have a bad day?|
|If I were a bovine I'd insist on nothing less than alfalfa.|
|Cat Tails love the damp ditches along the road|
|They've got a wrecking yard where a lot of old trucks go to die.|
|Hey! Take me home with you. Please?|
|Side road leading into Beatty. I was the traffic today.|
|I wonder what the people who ran this place thought about when they built it?|
I've driven by it many times but today was the first time I noticed the little wayside sign telling about it.
|The ride along Drews Valley Ranch continues|
|Adel seen from the pass leading into its valley|
|Some of the mementos, especially the saddles are really old. All of them elicit memories.|
|My gas purchase for today, almost a gallon|
I try not to stagger off it...
Here's Nevada! 70 mph basic speed limits, yaaaay! Not today though, had to take it easy to conserve fuel. I ran into one poor gal waiting for her hubby to bring back gas from Adel. I'd have loaned them what little I had but he'd already gone so it wouldn't help.
The smoke from all the forest fires continues to blot out the sun in many areas. I talked to a guy from Texas who drove 800 miles yesterday to get out of the thick smoke around Denver. He said what we had here was nothing compared to it. Maybe it will be gone by the time I reach that part of the ride. Cough cough hack....
Right about here I passed a roll-over SUV wreck that had just happened. The guy was unhurt and gave me thumbs up but from the looks of his rig he'll be driving something else soon. There was one trooper on the scene so I didn't want to risk stopping for a photo.
|It's a big country out there, plenty of room for a roll-over|
I met the old guy who owns this vintage Jeep pickup. He's the 2nd owner, bought it in '74 when it was 3 years old. I liked the heck out of it and he thought that was really funny.
|He has a huge winch that slides into those two tubes but said he can't lift it anymore. I think I know how he feels.|
I was pretty sure I was going to make it to the next gas station as it was only 77 miles or so. The Bonnie had been getting better mileage than what I'd expected so I figured even if I ran dry I still had the two 1.5 liter bottles of gas to use. I held the speed down to 60 mph and just as the reserve light began to flicker the station came into view and I was home free.
At that point I figured it was probably time to pick up a new GPS so I headed for the only game in town (gambling excepted!), the local Wally World aka Walmart. Let me tell you, trying to explain the differences between a GPS designed for use on a motorcycle as opposed to those for automobiles to the Walmart people is challenging. I gave up on it and finally bit the bullet and bought a new one exactly like the one we have in our RV. I figured at least I know how it works and I could jury-rig a mount for it.
I checked into the nearest motel, a Super-8 and unloaded all my gear thinking I'd tend to the new GPS first thing. But before opening my new prize I decided it might pay to do a bit of research on the old one's problem and sure enough, I found the answer on one of the Garmin forums. I was able to reboot it and it came back to life with no loss of data, ready to roll. That means tomorrow first thing I get to try out Walmart's pleasant return policy, right?
That's it for today, not much mileage - 221 or so - but certainly an interesting day.