And on the 8th day, I rest.

Today was all about the headwind. Starting off of Frisco Summit (which I later learned is haunted), I battled through Milford and Minersville and eventually ended up in Cedar City. Although a slower day, I was happy to eat a huge dinner and find a cheap place to camp on town. Tomorrow I think I will take the day off.

Outside of Milford, I did have the brief opportunity to check out the new wind farm being put up and chat with a few of the workers. Milford already has a geothermal plant so I'm guessing they won't be using too much coal in the future!

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.