Post playa

The mist of nearby sprinklers at daybreak alerted me to wake up. I made good time stopping first for 50-cent coffee in Nixon and later in Fernley to do a load of laundry and buy more sunscreen and lotion. Wiping playa dust again from my limbs I began to wonder if the locals were irked by my choice to self- cleanse on a shaded bench at the local strip mall. "Oh, did you just come from Burning Man," a few would ask me. "How was it?" Apparently it wasn't too big of a deal.

Heading down 50-A toward Fallon, I was happy to have completed ACA map set "Western Express 1." For dinner, a plate of Chow Fun satisfied a craving for noodles and I passed out at a small farm just off the highway.