The wind completely set down after I went to bed last night. 37* this morning in camp. Overcast and threatening to rain, but it didn't. I wasn't back out on the highway until a little after 9:AM, but I wasn't too worried about making the miles.
Back out on the highway I was surprised how quickly I crossed into Oregon. I couldn't tell I was that close on my maps. There where some cool old buildings in various states of disrepair out here. Nice shoulder again as I approached Lakeview, OR.
|crossed the border of CA/OR early then headed east off of 395 to 140|
|Better shot of the laundry situation and the diner across the street with gigantic waffles|
Initially I had a big climb up a pass, but it was pretty and forested. Down the other side of this pass I picked up the headwaters of Camas Creek. Looked like good water to fish, but I was interested in making miles. I really enjoyed following the creek which eventually turned into a river.
I had by now learned to be alert of vehicles approaching from behind as the road had no shoulder here. Traffic was light though and I wasn't to worried. A trucker approached in a giant moving truck (think longer than a 18 wheeler). He was nice and passed me on a blind corner but way over in the oncoming lane. Well dumb thing doing that on a blind corner as this was a corner with a rancher in a dually pick up going the other way. Yikes, basically almost a head on accident right in front of me. Nice that the trucker was giving me plenty of room, dumb to be doing it on the blind corner. Of course the rancher was driven off the road into the ditch, but he somehow recovered and got it back up on the road. I later found out semis aren't even allowed on this section of highway due to the sharp curves coming down into Adel, OR.
|Coming down Sweeney Canyon into Adel was fun|
As I was leaving the town of Adel I rode directly into a cattle drive. The cattle drive was coming right up the highway westbound at me. It was pretty funny weaving my way through the cattle and cow pies. I enjoyed seeing the cowboys who looked like they might be basque. Even though I am not as enthralled with the cowboy lifestyle anymore due to the impacts of cattle on the land.
After the cattle drive I crossed a long dry lake valley then began some serious climbs. I would climb from 4,000 ft to 6,000+ ft to cruise along at 6,000 for several miles, drop down the other side and repeat. I had a good tailwind in the basins between the high terrain, but it would be still on the climbs. Even though it was quite overcast today it was kind of muggy and humid too. I had my jersey completely zipped open and I was moving so slow in granny gear up these grades I finally took the helmet off. I found a way to strap it to my handlebars so that it rested perfectly on the handlebar bag out of my way.
|Right in front of Antelope Butte is one of the bigger climbs of the day that wore me out|
|No mans land, lots of volcanic ash... found water right behind the rest area... this is NV now|