Hi friends,
I know we had a rest in Kanab, but, we are very, very tired again. Maybe it's the heat, or the altitude - 6,000 to 10,000 feet. Maybe it's the shite diet - donuts on the fly. Maybe we are just getting older. Perhaps it's the changing time zones on a, nearly, daily basis. Whatever. The bottom line is we are feeling exhausted yet again.
Yesterday, we last filled up in a tiny town in Nevada - Panaca. The next town, Caliente - no gas. Next town, Crystal Springs; no gas (no town). As we turned into Highway 375 - the 'Extraterrestrial Highway, we had 58 miles on the clock. A sign warned, 'No Gas For Next 150 Miles'.
Gulp. We did, however, have a container with 1 US Gal of fuel and we had worked out we should be ok.
It was still worrying. We made it to Rachel (40+ miles along the ET Highway) by 6pm our time - but 5pm Nevada time. Had an 'Alien Burger' (Rachel is right next to Area 51 and a sort of UFO capital).
Booked into a room (trailer-in-the-desert) and filled the bike up with the can of gas.
It was an incredible night-sky; only mid-ocean do you see such a sky. Saturn and Mars clearly visible. And the silence - except for us; the bike had been very hot in the desert and the night was very cold. The contracting metal somehow kept setting the alarm off. Hence, little sleep for us and possibly, Rachel and all their aliens.
Anyhow, today (up at 5am) we continued on HW 375. I have to say, this was the loneliest road we have ever experienced. We were on pins for the whole ride - would the fuel last? We had 110 miles to ride (with 90-odd miles gone from the tank already)
We made it into Tonopah (110 miles north of Rachel) with the low fuel light on. Filled up + extra in canister. Then breakfast.
Highway 376 the 'Great Smoky Valley' had roads just as unending, just as straight, just as dusty; but occasionally, we saw another vehicle.
Then we turned east on HW 50. ' The Loneliest Road In America'.
Yes, it was quiet. It wasn't anywhere near, no-how as lonely as the ET Highway. And the distances between towns were shorter.
So, sorry friends. Here are some photos and I promise to do better in future.
Oh yes; we took a tumble. Pulling in to a Historic Marker, the gravel was a lot deeper than it looked. Mgman burnt a hole in the leg of his trousers and I twisted my ankle and shoulder a bit. But all fine.
And, finally, Eureka - on HW 50: The Loneliest Road In America.
Goodnight friends
I know we had a rest in Kanab, but, we are very, very tired again. Maybe it's the heat, or the altitude - 6,000 to 10,000 feet. Maybe it's the shite diet - donuts on the fly. Maybe we are just getting older. Perhaps it's the changing time zones on a, nearly, daily basis. Whatever. The bottom line is we are feeling exhausted yet again.
Yesterday, we last filled up in a tiny town in Nevada - Panaca. The next town, Caliente - no gas. Next town, Crystal Springs; no gas (no town). As we turned into Highway 375 - the 'Extraterrestrial Highway, we had 58 miles on the clock. A sign warned, 'No Gas For Next 150 Miles'.
Gulp. We did, however, have a container with 1 US Gal of fuel and we had worked out we should be ok.
It was still worrying. We made it to Rachel (40+ miles along the ET Highway) by 6pm our time - but 5pm Nevada time. Had an 'Alien Burger' (Rachel is right next to Area 51 and a sort of UFO capital).
Booked into a room (trailer-in-the-desert) and filled the bike up with the can of gas.
It was an incredible night-sky; only mid-ocean do you see such a sky. Saturn and Mars clearly visible. And the silence - except for us; the bike had been very hot in the desert and the night was very cold. The contracting metal somehow kept setting the alarm off. Hence, little sleep for us and possibly, Rachel and all their aliens.
Anyhow, today (up at 5am) we continued on HW 375. I have to say, this was the loneliest road we have ever experienced. We were on pins for the whole ride - would the fuel last? We had 110 miles to ride (with 90-odd miles gone from the tank already)
We made it into Tonopah (110 miles north of Rachel) with the low fuel light on. Filled up + extra in canister. Then breakfast.
Highway 376 the 'Great Smoky Valley' had roads just as unending, just as straight, just as dusty; but occasionally, we saw another vehicle.
Then we turned east on HW 50. ' The Loneliest Road In America'.
Yes, it was quiet. It wasn't anywhere near, no-how as lonely as the ET Highway. And the distances between towns were shorter.
So, sorry friends. Here are some photos and I promise to do better in future.
Oh yes; we took a tumble. Pulling in to a Historic Marker, the gravel was a lot deeper than it looked. Mgman burnt a hole in the leg of his trousers and I twisted my ankle and shoulder a bit. But all fine.
And, finally, Eureka - on HW 50: The Loneliest Road In America.
Goodnight friends
