Looking around on Reno's outskirts, the possibilities for a comfy or inexpensive place to stay looked bleak. My map showed nothing between where I sat in Golden Valley and possibly Chillcoot, Ca, Chillcoot being farther than I felt like riding after 36 hours awake. I stalled as long as I could in a Subway, under the pretense of charging my phone, till I decided to just start riding and trust Providence. About two minutes after that decision, in walked three men in local volunteer fire-rescue tshirts. I asked one if he knew a place I could throw down my tent, hoping for a spot not too far off-route behind the local fire station.
After a minute of coming up with nothing, he rrmembered that there was an RV campground just on the state line, at Bordertown (not evident on my AAA map). I rolled 15 more miles on the smooth, wide shoulder of US395, to the cleanest, friendliest RV park of tbe trip. I'm truly grateful.
Shot of the tent and a dry lake bed just after the big climb and descent into the Sierra territory.
I like the tent photo. 700 miles is quite an accomplishment. What do you do with your bike when camping?
ReplyDeleteI avoid camping in places where I'm worried someone will try to take ut, but if it can't be avoided, I have a cable lock for it. In bear country, I used the bike to anchor my food bag and alert me if Yogi was trying to cop my groceries.
ReplyDeleteI am not sure if you are in Kalifornia yet. But if you are....in fact, even if you are not: Welcome to Kalifornia!
ReplyDeleteBe sure to spend some money while you are here. We're broke.