Saline Valley Road, part 1
Given that 2020 was the plague year (and I trust it won’t be necessary to refer to 2020 as “one of the plague years” or “the first plague year”) I didn’t get out and about for as many bicycling expeditions as usual in my declining retirement years. One of my few destinations last year was the Saline Valley in Death Valley National Park. Along with my ace support crew, I drove to the hot springs there by following rough, unpaved Saline Valley Road over South Pass.
While doing so, I made a mental note to try that route by bike when the opportunity arose.
Bingo, the time was finally right.
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Such a beautiful land of zero view-blockers. Plus the high energy thrill of a fighter jet flyover. I had that thrill a couple years ago in NE Washington and I almost fell off my bike. Those things come, blast your ears, and are gone within seconds.
They certainly provide loud, exciting punctuation in an otherwise silent and serene landscape.
Hell of a place for a flat tire!
I heard about the guy who went north to drink Canada Dry — I think he was there first.
Subaru Forester, Ogre tested, Ogre approved.
When I realized I had a flat in the middle of nowhere, the first thing that went through my mind was “Oh, no!” My last flat was two years ago, when I had a pump problem and had to hitchhike out. There would be no hitchhiking out of this place, because there was zero traffic.