FALLON, NV

holy cow.
so where to even begin with this one. Thought I should send a little update your way. Im writing from Fallon Nevada, yes I made it across my first border, AND climbed my first real mountain -Carson's Pass at 8500 ft!!
It might be a little difficult to write much these days, first of all because my hands are turning into the claw, literally, from gripping my handle bars too tightly, and secondly because the last thing on my mind after a day of cycling; is spinning in circles around the small towns of america looking for libraries to hijack the internet....which im doing as we speak.
The first night on the road we slept in a baseball dugout. keepin it classy as always. i've already biked more miles in a row than i ever have in my life, so my advice to any of you kids out there who are considering a big bike tour (i know you all secretly are) : TRAIN. At least a little bit. Even like ten miles a day. My training did not exist and now i might be paying a bit.

The last few days have breezed past, my traveling companion for the first week departed ways in Hope Valley, so now i'm flying solo again, but feeling great. I was able to take a nice rest day yesterday to mend a wounded knee- nothing serious, just probably overuse from NOT training enough.
I have already been blown away by the amount of interest and encouragement thrown my way from complete strangers along the road. Its wonderful to see such hospitality and kindness on my home turf, especially after always raving about the wonderful people that live in every other part of the world. These people do exist right here too, on our own soil.

Two people gave me rides when I was maybe about to fall over on the side of the highway, one woman told me I was her hero, a lady smoking a marlboro next to her RV on the side of the road yelled, "You Rock!" and a friendly ranger in Dayton NV let me take a shower at the ranger station, AND brought me cycling maps....just to name a few.

It's a little hard to put into words how I feel right now, and I may be a little delirious/dehydrated from riding in the desert, so bear with me folks.
I am now riding on, and I quote "THE loneliest road in America," also known as Highway 50. No joke, take a look on google if you're interested. For the next week or so it will be just me and the open road, trying to make it over the next border.
My plans for NYC are still underway, and I'm slowly slowly making progress. One mile at a time. So far I'm at around 350 miles, and just finished my first cycling map! Only about 7 more states to go...

Its hard to check the internet, so if you want to reach me I have my cell phone! Service has been good to me so far, so if you need anything holler....a hello is always nice!

Send me some good thoughts, I'll be thinking of you as I spin my way across Nevada!

PEACE.

S.