Milford is an important railroad town. This is where the railroad crews change shifts. Real nice motel, mostly supported by the railroad crews. Also, a very good 24 hour restaurant right next to the motel.
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| This sign greeted me as I was leaving Milford. |
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| Riding early creates long shadows. |
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| One of many summits crossing Nevada. |
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| This is the story of Nevada; Over a mountain, across a wide valley, then over another mountain. |
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| These nice people are wearing the shirts of the cycling group they are members of in the San Francisco area |
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| Distance is deceiving. My guess as to how far it was across this valley was way off what is measured on my odometer. |
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| I see the eyes and forehead of a monster rising up. Some imagination, eh. |
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| This is what it looks like when you're down in one of the valleys. No sign of civilization, except for the highway I'm on. |
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| This man was from Texas. He was riding a motorcycle. He took a few pictures of me riding down the highway and emailed them to me later. Those pictures are on my computer somewhere but I can't find them right now. |
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| Another summit conquered. |
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| Alan with the chuckwagon. |
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| The deli is now open while the chef sunbathes. |
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| A lake near Baker, NV. |
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| Only two more states to cross. |
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| Didn't see any snakes, though. |
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| An old small cellar next to our motel. |
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| This is Baker, NV. |
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| The store and restaurant in Baker. |
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