Most days I fill up before setting out but this time I didn't. Lucky for me I thought about it after riding just a few miles up the road to Flaming Gorge. I carry 3 liters with me for emergencies but even with that my range would be limited so I checked the GPS to see where the nearest gas station was. Yeoww, it was 100 miles away! If I arrived at the gas station and they were closed or out of business I wouldn't be able to make it back. No Flaming Gorge for me today, I turned around and headed back to civilization, found a station close to the slab and topped off.
|At least I enjoyed the ride out in the country side|
After leaving the Green River area I noticed there was a brown hue in the air and the further west I traveled the more dense it became. At first I thought it was smoke from the forest fires still burning but the color was more brown, unlike smoke. It also seemed to be coming from one distinct area which I was riding into. Then I saw it, the source was a plant of some kind way off in the distance out in the desert (or prairie, whichever you prefer)
|This was taken alongside the freeway west of Green River|
|I rode closer. It was a huge facility belching out foul looking smog-like grime|
The day wore on and before I knew it the temperature had begun to rise; it was getting hot so I pulled into a rest stop to make lunch and use the facilities. As it turned out it was the exact same one I'd stopped at in 2010, just before you get to Salt Lake City.
|Yikes! I'm back in Silly-Land!|
This morning I'd worn my leather jacket with the liner zipped in and my winter gloves. At the time it was perfectly suitable considering it was chilly out, especially when it started out at 55 degrees. After lunch it was back to basics, no liner, summer gloves, etc.
I continued to ride I-80 west of Salt Lake. The smell from the lake is like dead garbage or something, not very nice. The highway is straight as an arrow, boring as the devil and there are signs periodically advising you to pull over and rest if you feel drowsy. I seldom feel drowsy riding a bike although it has actually happened to me.
|Mile after mile the road runs straight. Around 100 miles I think.|
|The haze or smoke in the air was very dense. Forest fires I think.|
I decided Winnemucca was further away than I cared to ride in such heat so I stopped for the night at Elko, NV, a moderately sized town with good facilities. There was a Best Western available so that would be my digs for tonight. Subway sounded good for dinner plus Gatorade, all manly road food. Tomorrow I'll press on towards K-Falls or Lake View, not much new to see since I've been through there so often but who knows, maybe I'll spot a Big Foot.