From Jody:
We left Laughlin the first time before dawn with the idea we'd be back to shower and relax and prepare for the following day. We drove up the steep incline with visions of a mad bike scramble on the return. We drove to the intersection for US Highway 95 and turned south to California and the spot where I had stopped riding at 106 degrees the day before. Janie and I departed on our two wheelers just as dawn broke.
Janie and Jody in the early morning.
Photo by Peter Doran.
A magical ride to begin, as the sky was exceptional with both sun and clouds participating to the accompaniment of mountains and vast rugged stretches of Mojave's shoulder area.
Jody at dawn.
Photo by Peter Doran.
Have you ever seen virga? Virga is rain that dissipates before it touches the earth. Our ride toward Nevada offered two cloud formations with virga, and one also held a double rainbow. A remarkable sight. US highway 95 also features the southwest's common response to snow fencing: a six foot tall sand berm protected the roadway from blowing sand. The Nevada border welcomed us with not just a sign, but also a cattle guard, the metal strips across the highway that prevent critters from passing through.
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Janie at the border.
Photo by Peter Doran.
Once back to the turnoff for Laughlin, we changed plans - good bye to the promised steep descent back to Laughlin, and hello to the start of the route to Henderson (Las Vegas).
No kidding. Cal Nev Ari, in the desert.
Ari is also our beloved youngest daughter.
Nearly twenty more miles along US 95 in Nevada, to the town of Searchlight, home town of US Senate majority leader Harry Reid. The Nevada roadway was more inviting than the same route in California - four lanes, often divided, with a broad should suitable for bicycles, separated from the motor vehicle path by a rumble strip.
| You live in the age of interdependence. Borders don't count for much or stop much, good or bad, anymore. ~Bill Clinton | |
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