Welcome to Black Rock

This morning I awoke 5 minutes before my alarm, packed up, and rolled out well before daybreak. Stopping for cheap coffee to warm myself up, I managed to pump out over 120 miles today arriving at Burning Man late in the evening. During the hottest hours, I napped and swam in Pyramid Lake. I also stopped for an Indian taco and bought food in Empire to last the rest of the week. Although short on water, I'm confident I can bum some off at some point. Upon my arrival at the gates, I was greeted like a celebrity. Apparently I was the first (and only?) SF-based cyclist to arrive this year.

I can't believe I missed salads

Today's highlight was Carson Pass. After a veggieburger lunch (with a tasty house salad) at Kirkwood, I climbed the final stretch to over 8500 feet. Cruising into Nevada, I stopped for a (gasp!) soft drink at the state's oldest bar in Genoa. After chatting it up with some bikers (Harley heads) and the local tractor salesman, I continued through Carson City and crashed in a dry riverbed at Dayton State Park.