West-central Nevada blues

With tractors rolling in, I decided to quickly get up and going well before daybreak. It was freezing out so I stopped for 70-cent coffee before heading into the great wide open. At midday, I arrived in Middlegate and reorganized my gear and prepared to mail seven pounds of unnecessary stuff back home. Eating peanut butter and jelly on corn tortillas, I began to crave a solid meal.

The heat subsided and I continued up state highway 722 toward Carroll Summit. At the peak (7500') I set up camp next to the cows and could hear coyotes closeby. I was pretty beat and crashed before any stars could be seen.