Welcome to Nevada

After a great nights sleep we headed off for our first full day cycling in the desert. The plan was simple, get to Fernley as quickly as possible  which was about fifty miles away and then decide whether to crash there or risk it  by cycling sixty further miles of complete nothing to Lovelock. We were all quite suprised to find out that Nevada is quite s beautiful place even if it is completely desolate. After thirty or so miles we stopped for a quick flirt and some and then headed north to the I-80 which we plan to stay on for the rest of Nevada. The roads here seem to go on forever and it can get quite boring.....anyway we arrived at fearnley around 10 and after some food decided to risk it and do the final sixty into the desert during the hottest part of the day. One of the reasons behind this silly plan was that some locals told us there would be a rest area half way with running water where we could top up, turns out it was there but without the water! So here we were 25 miles from nowhere with no water. To get us out of this prediciment we had to beg other restees for some water, to make sure we maximised our total we hid the water as we got it to make us look more desperate and in need, it worked and we all had 3 litres each for the remaining 23miles to lovelock. Also met a bloke named dave who had just been on a cycling tour of Oregon abd was heading back home to salt lake city. The salt flats section of our journey was starting to worry us as everyone we spoke to said it's dangerous and gave us conflicting advice. So we asked dave a massive favour to see exactly what is between wendover and salt lake and to email us some info, also he gave us some water which was much appreciated! 

The last ride of the day was predictably hot and through the same old Nevada deserts, gorgeous to look up but pretty repetitive. To beat the boredom today conversation has revolved around whether one of jacks calves us bigger than the other and if flip flops help or hinder the modern ultra endurance athlete. Also jack has started counting the tires on passing trucks in hope if seeing an 18 wheeler......

We rolled into lovelock around 6.30 and after a spot of dinner at a casino we went to find our campsite. Now you'd think s casino would be a nice place but it turns out every small town in Nevada has one and on closer inspection it was nothing more than a shit arcade filled eye patch wearing old people. The lazy k campsite was our final destination of the day, lets just say it wasn't pretty and we pretty much slept on a bed of thorns, damn desert. Met a nice bloke there though called jake, he lived in a hut, much more upmarket than our tent!