This will be the last post until I arrive back in Apache Junction. I won't have Internet connectivity for the rest of the trip. Come back after August 17th for a list of "The tendencies I have observed while riding." And, thanks for your emails and comments. Keep 'em coming.
101 mile circle of the mountains around Reno.
The town of Virginia City was built right on the tailings from the mines.
A variation on the Dollar Stores. Actually I think the word "Silver" is missing.
Virginia City is pretty much cars, people, and vendors. I scheduled an early arrival in Reno so I would have time to look around in the area. Virginia City was interesting, but I am more interested in the mining history than the tourism offerings, so I wandered around a bit and left. VC was a very lively town in 1875. There were four daily newspapers (Mark Twain wrote for one,) 300 businesses, and a population of 25,000. It was the wealthiest town in Nevada and perhaps, the world.
After a couple of photos, I moved on to the capital city of Nevada, Carson City, for a cup of coffee and little black jack action at the 7-11.
My timing to see Lake Tahoe was not good. It was Sunday, dog days of August, highs in the 90s, and the final day of “Hot August Nights.” The roads, beaches, scenic pullovers, and parks were overflowing. The Lake was beautiful, but not photogenic. There was a haze over the lake. The green and blue colors in the coves were dazzling. The roads around the Lake and on the way back to Reno were worth the trip. There were at least two 360 curves, a half dozen 270s and many hairpins. The elevation of the Lake is 4580 and the top of White Rose summit between the Lake and Reno is 8900 feet, so there were enough scenic opportunities to pose a riding risk.
After paying the highest prices for gas in California, $3.65 at the Old Station, it is a relief to pay $2.69 here in Nevada. I will probably fill twice more in California before returning to Arizona prices, which were low when I left.
After a couple of photos, I moved on to the capital city of Nevada, Carson City, for a cup of coffee and little black jack action at the 7-11.
My timing to see Lake Tahoe was not good. It was Sunday, dog days of August, highs in the 90s, and the final day of “Hot August Nights.” The roads, beaches, scenic pullovers, and parks were overflowing. The Lake was beautiful, but not photogenic. There was a haze over the lake. The green and blue colors in the coves were dazzling. The roads around the Lake and on the way back to Reno were worth the trip. There were at least two 360 curves, a half dozen 270s and many hairpins. The elevation of the Lake is 4580 and the top of White Rose summit between the Lake and Reno is 8900 feet, so there were enough scenic opportunities to pose a riding risk.
After paying the highest prices for gas in California, $3.65 at the Old Station, it is a relief to pay $2.69 here in Nevada. I will probably fill twice more in California before returning to Arizona prices, which were low when I left.
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