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This was our plan: on Friday afternoon when he finished his shift I met Thomas at his place of business - a gold-mining exploration site at the Oasis ghost-town, 32 miles west of the Nevada-Utah border.He brought his bike and gear in the work-truck with his coworkers that day.Last year Thomas got a bike specially designed for that kind of riding and had been chomping at the bit to get out into the world on his steed.I saw the writing on the wall and, not wanting to be left behind, followed suit much more cheaply by getting a mountain bike from craigslist and upgrading it with another 0 of new components.They STILL threatened to teacup over down the steep grade as we walked them!Once on a more reasonable slope fifty yards down the trail, we mounted up, and tore down the mountain.
Ultimately our rigs just boiled down to strapping tents, sleeping bags, sleeping pads and tarps to our bikes, loading food into panniers (bike-speak for “saddlebags”), and pedaling forth into the wilds of the I-80 corridor east of Elko.
In the 40 years since this section of US-40 was replaced by I-80 it has deteriorated into patches of blacktop interspersed with gravely macadam, with ghostly remnants of a center stripe warning us from beyond the obsolescent grave when it wasn’t safe to pass ghostly slower vehicles.
Sage gave way to juniper forest as we gained elevation.
Our route never took us more than five miles from the interstate, and we were amazed that it just disappeared as soon as it left view.
No truck noise, no smell of exhaust disturbed us as we wound through the sagebrush on our slow climb up the east face of the Pequops.