Sitting in the bar in Middlegate

Two signs on the door on the way in.

One says 'Thanks for not smoking' and half the people in the bar are smoking.

The other says 'All dogs must be kept on a leash' and there are 3 dogs running around. The bartender is holding another in her arm so that probably meets the spirit if not the letter of the law.

Actually, there is a third sign. Men: No shirt, No service. Women: No shirt, Free drink. But there are no violations to report on that sign.

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The wind has decided to be our friend

When we first got into Nevada on Saturday I was ready to name it the state of 360 degree winds. The first half day on the way to Carson City it blew from every direction. Sometimes it seemed like even at the same time. I was riding into Genoa and there were flags at the antique store blowing left to right. I did a circle in the road to see where Bob and Mike were and by the time I completed the circle the flags on the ground were blowing right to left. The flag on the roof was still blowing left to right. If I was quicker I would have gotten a picture to prove it.

Maybe it's just a local effect next to the mountains because it has turned into pretty much a tailwind whenever it is blowing. Which is nice because not only is that helpful for biking, it's helpful for keeping warm. Which I value.
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Weather is holding OK

Yesterday (Sunday) in Carson City we saw some snow flakes in the parking lot before we headed out. Temp was in the mid to high 30's so the didn't live after they hit the ground. I put on 3 out of aboud 5 possible layers of clothes, and along with a face mask, winter bike gloves, and toe covers for the shoes the temperature while riding was tolerable. A little chilly when stopped, but nothing really uncomfortable. The week is supposed to warm up from here, with no more precipitation forecast so we should be good to go.
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I'll never catch up

I think I've missed too many days to catch up, so I'm going to skip ahead and backfill as possible.

We just arrived in Middlegate, the sign proudly declares it is the middle of nowhwere. I can muster no arguement. However, the bartender greated us with news that Len (who had to leave us 2 days ago) called ahead and put 3 beers on his tab. I already worship Len for his sag support (and cooking support) in getting us over Carson Pass, but the man is true legend now. Thanks Len.
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Time to catch up on the blog

I've been a little slow to update this blog. But today ended a little
early so I thought it would be a good chance to catch up. I've got no
connection to send it anytime soon, but hopefully I can get them sent
out tomorrow.

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And we're off

Bob Len. Mike. and I headed off a few minutes after 7 Wednesday
morning. The objective is Salt Lake City (for no particularly good
reason) but we have a bail out option or 2 in mind in case the need
arises. I have no idea how this route really works so I'm making sure
to follow Mike or Len. Their neighborhood, I'm counting on them and
they didn't let me down. So we made it to Davis, no big stories. But I
managed two 70+ miles day in a row without problems, which normally
would not seem like any big deal except since I've been laid up with
strep throat for a week I was a little worried about that. Doesn't
look like I'll be able to use strep throat as an excuse if I struggle
later.

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Gettting to Bob's

This ride to Salt Lake City was all Bob's idea, so we are starting
Wednesday morning from the park down from Bob's house. At 7 AM. Which
is too early to get up and drive there for me. So I used Tuesday as a
warmup ride to get to Bob's. 70 miles, flat, would have been a simple
ride except for what seemed like a 20 to 25 MPH headwind. Not sure if
it was that, but I do know that if that wind were blowing back when we
lived in Vermont I would have been out of work, picked up the windsurf
equipment, and been at Sand Bar State Park faster than you could say
'where did Jon go'. I don't battle much headwind in the South Bay so I
decided just to laugh at it, realizing that if it kept up for a few
days I probably wouldn't find it so amusing.

Got to Bob and Barbara's for dinner and in time to help Bob with final
setup on his bike. We were having some difficulties with the bargain
panniers he got from Performance Bike. I told him the parable of 'Brad
MacLean and the Kingsford charcoal' I'm not sure Bob saw the relevance
of the story, but the message is if you buy the cheap stuff, all bets
are off. So a quick trip to REI got him set up with a fine pair of
Ortliebs and all was well. Unfortunately for me, the UofM jersey that
was on the sale rack wasn't really on sale so I left without it.
Bummer. Like I needed another jersey anyway.

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