Some well wishers say “Be Safe!” Others say “Have Fun!” While I appreciate their kind wishes, they are wussy wishes. I have come up with a more powerful wish; “Be Bold!”
I wake and cycle into the very lovely Walker Valley.
I was going to cut into the Sierras on highway 89, but it is closed due to an uncontained forest fire. I also need a new charger for my MacBook Air. So I change plans and decide to dip into Nevada long enough to visit Reno and pick up a charger.
I pass lovely Topaz Lake.
I am done at the Mac Store around 6:00pm. I’ll need to stay in a hotel in Reno.
This should be easy, right? But traffic is heavy, I am hot and have arrythmia. I head for the strip. Twelve hot congested miles later I am there. The first hotel I see is an Indian run hotel. I am very fatigued, my heart is pounding. I ask him if he has a room on the ground floor. I need one so I can get my bicycle inside. He says yes. I ask again. Yes, yes, he insists.
I have been reading a book about Indian culture. They hate to dissapoint. I ask to see the room. He says that after I pay I can see the room. I am tired. I pay. Guess what-the room is on the 2nd floor. I tell him this. He says that he doesn’t have any ground floor rooms, and that I can take my bike up the stairs. I get my money back. That takes 25 minutes.
Leslie has called me back. The Circus Circus will store bikes in the luggage room. I go there and ask Daniel a porter to help. We put the bike in the luggage room and plug it in. Great, thanks Daniel. I get a room. Great. I take a long hot shower and go to an all you can eat buffet and have what Jim Tucker, John Pearlman and I used to call “a real bloater.” Together we cycled from Canada to Mexico just out of high school. I talk my arrythmia down and fall asleep. What a relief.
I wake early feeling great and ride to Susanville along highway 395.
But what is this?
A shoe tree!
Feels like 1925 here in Doyle.
I camp just outside Susanville in a pine forest. When I awake I ride 65 miles to Old Station and charge at the general store. I enjoy these chargings, I hang out, eat some, talk some. There are more women riding Harleys these days. I ask one why she rides. She says “Every time a relationship with a guy would end I would lose my ride. So I bought one for myself. I like it better than riding in back anyway” she confides. And off she roars. Mike from Boston tells me of his 8 mile cycling commute back home. His dad Bill tells me of Europe. And so several hours are pleasantly whiled away.
The only problems I am still having are with the back wheel and tire. This is a spoke replacement operation. Later that day it was a flat. These are very curable problems. Use a 48 spoke rear and call Schwalbe for tire advice. Future ecyclists won’t have this be a daily issue as it is for me.
Escaped wheat lines the roads.
Sherpa and I have climbed many long grades now.
The Lassen National Forest is a multi use forest. There’s logging and living and farming.
I am hot and see a campground- McBurney Falls. They let me in for just $5. I make camp, lose the luggage and ride to the spectacular McBurney falls to dip in the 45 degree water. So refreshing. Then I scoot a mile to the lake and swim there too. The campground is busy with families. Many come back year after year. I’m delighted I stopped here.