Similar to yesterday's ride, there were miles and miles of open straight line of road with very few cars, stopping as often as I could to hydrate and be thankful I wasn't on a horse. I arrived in Fernley, Nevada for the evening after stopping briefly in Fallon to visit the impressive Churchill County Museum.
The mystery of the man on the mule train was solved because of the power of social media when one of my friends posted this link explaining the man named Randy Boehmer and how he's going around the United States since 2008, spreading the word of God.
|mule team and signs on the side of the wagon about Jesus|
|imagine my confusion when this was a speck on the horizon -- "what the heck is that?" I thought to myself|
|one can start to hallucinate a little with all the sameness in the dry desert|
|the sign for the Cold Springs Pony Express modern day store|
|the ribbon of road goes on seemingly into infinity|
|evaporation vest is a godsend on days like this|
|a selfie in the Churchill County Museum in Fallon ~ appreciating that I wasn't a woman in 1870|