Nevada: basin, fault, range.

I awoke this morning with a little headache thanks to the hunters who kept buying rounds for me last night. After dropping the kids off I was alright though and pedaled straight into Baker. Not much going on there. After a great cup of coffee, I chatted with the local shopkeep before crossing into Utah and stopping briefly in Garrison. With the midday sun beating down, I ate a quick snack in the shade before continuing on. Fortunately there was plenty of cloud cover and the next 60 miles was bearable. Many snakes and beatles crossed my path and after climbing into the San Francisco Mountains after dark (the 16th summit since Carson Pass), I camped with a fellow traveler at Frisco Summit and fell asleep wondering if it would rain overnight.