Fourth leg: Million Dollar Highway, Hwy 50, and Home
Woke up to a beautiful day! I ride through Durango and head up the Million Dollar Highway. Words can't describe, so I'll let the pictures talk
A guy at the Grace Adventures event in Chama brought some jerkey from Old World Meats in Grand Junction, and I found the place about 30 minutes before they closed. I chatted with the guy a while and he talked about going to a family reunion in Monterrey, CA and how much he enjoyed driving Hwy 1. After I paid for my jerky, he grabbed a bag and got another big handful and gave it to me "so I wouldn't have to open the bags". Cool guy, and you have to get their jerky if you go through there. Old World Meat & Marketplace | Grand Junction, CO 81501 | Wild Game & Domestic Animal Processing | Butcher Shop
I camped that night near the CO/UT boarder in Rabbit Valley Conservation Area.
Headed back toward California, I'm taking Hwy 50. I didn't get too many pics, but here are a few.
Long, straight section
Hwy 50 between Ely and Carson City, NV was dubbed by Life Magazine as the "Loneliest Road in America", so it sounded like a pretty cool road. It was very enjoyable, and a lot better than slabbing it. It consisted of mountain range, valley, and repeat. The valleys were straight where speed limits tended to be 70, and the mountains had great curves and forests. Yes, there is a lot of distance between gas stops, but no problem for any bike that can get 150+ miles per tank. There wasn't a lot of traffic, but there is enough if you have issues. That night, I camped near Austin, NV.
Hwy 50 is also the Lincoln Hwy, the first transcontinental highway for automobiles across the US. Here is one of the Lincoln Hwy markers
Hwy 50 also follows the same general path of the Pony Express, and you can see remnants also the way. Here's another long, straight stretch of the highway.
I keep motoring on through Fallon, Carson City, and into South Lake Tahoe just in time for the Tour de Tahoe bicycle event (read ZOO!). The bicyclists stayed near the side of the right lane, but it still didn't leave enough room for two lanes of traffic, so everything pilled up. I did ease down the right lane at a few stop lights to jump ahead of the line.
I only got one average pic of Tahoe, too busy motoring. I finally reached Hwy 89 and head south over Monitor Pass to our favorite Hwy 395. As I'm headed south, I see tons of smoke, probably the thickest over Bridgeport. The glowing circle is the sun.
Someone at the gas station said it was the Meadow Fire in Yosemite. Bummer!
I keep motoring south. I tell my wife I'm picking up a loaf of bread at Schatts.
She's a happy wife, but then asks for three. So, I get FOUR, and repack a lot of stuff to make it fit. As I'm packing, the guy parked next to me comes out and stars chatting. We talk Colorado, motorcycles and travel, then he gets in his minivan and leaves. He's a little odd, but aren't we all. As I'm trying the leave the parking lot, I'm behind a Honda Civic. Some lady enters the exit driveway and the confused Honda stops in the exit. After a few seconds, I go around him and off the curb, he is rebooting or looking at a map. IDK.
Quick dinner and gas in
Lone Pine. Really windy for a while, but after sundown and south of Red Rock Canyon, the air gets really smooth. It's a nice ride on home to Bakersfield, pulling in the garage at 10:10, where my wife meets me with a camera.
618 miles. Home. Shower. Bed. Done!