Day 4: Ely, NV to Salt Lake City, UT

Keeping with the “Now where are we going?” theme of the trip, we checked the weather and wind over breakfast. Jeff has close family friends in Salt Lake City. I know they are close because first of all they answered the phone and secondly, they said yes when he asked if we could couch surf there tonight. Most of his friends just don’t answer.

The wind had died down to a calm 15-20 mph, so after a farewell breakfast at Hotel Nevada, we were off North on 93. Which in and of itself is very confusion as there are at least three Hwy 93’s in Nevada as witnessed by the map at the bottom.

Alas, we chose the correct one, connecting to Hwy 80 in West Wendover to pass the salt flats.

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By 5 we were in SLC and buying groceries. Jeff doesn’t couch surf without cooking which is one of the many things I appreciate about him. (Another is that he brings a complete frackin’ kitchen with a spice rack on bike rides.)

Here is a shot of the excellent Beef Stroganoff. We throughly enjoyed the dinner and conversation with Bill and Janet Brennan. I’ve rarely experienced such hospitality and great people. They even invited me back on my next trip without Jeff. “Especially without Jeff” was Bill’s parting comment. (I don’t think he cared for dinner.) 😉

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Although, I do understand. I had to have my third helping before I decided I liked it.

Thanks Bill and Janet! We had a wonderful time.

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Today’s Route: 241 Miles

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Day 3: Ely, NV

Between Jeff’s trip to the hospital to get diagnosed with a torn ligament in his right hand, and winds gusting up to 60 mph, events conspired to keep us in Ely today. And that is pronounced ‘e-lee.’ I know this because I was corrected more than once. Bartenders are so helpful.

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Jeff is now in a cast (when he isn’t riding), so in a over-sensitive show of solidarity, I agreed to play shuffleboard left-handed too. He beat me 5 out of 5. I can think of a lot of conclusions to come to over that, but the only one that really makes sense is that I suck at shuffleboard.

The hotel is filled with stuffed dead animals and motorcycles. The software I brought along for this trip doesn’t work with RAW files, so other than the one below, I’ll have to upload them when I’m back home. The photos of dead animals will just have to wait.

This beauty hangs over the elevator:

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The good news is that at least we know what’s wrong with Jeff’s hand and I did the laundry. Tomorrow we gotta move.

Miles today: 0