Our day started on time this morning and for the first time we started our day cycling from our hotel rather than the outskirts of town. This made the riders very happy as we did not have to load the bicycles. 

Kip came up lame, so was forced to take a day off from riding.  Being the self sacrificing guy that he is, Joe took his place on the ride and joined the group on Kip`s bicycle. The day was long and dry but the weather was cool and the wolf pack was able to pedal 50 miles. 

Keith integrated very quickly into the group, as he is helping out on checking the tires of the bicycles before we start our journey.

We took a nice quiet side road along the canal to get to I-50 a high speed highway but known as the "Loneliest road in the United States", so not very busy. We did have the wind behind us for the first 15 miles, so it was a smooth ride with a shoulder wide and comfortable and allowed a bit of singing lead by Joe, our choir leader.  One of the trucks sharing the road with us was encouraging the singing by honking the horn so hard it almost burst our ear drums!  Ding-a-ling!

It is in this Cold Spring restaurant that we met Chris Roe, from the Foundation for College Education.  He is riding from San Francisco to Washington D.C. to raise awareness and funds to help minority students prepare for college study. 

Chris rode with the group for a good 25 miles and we were  very happy to have him as a guest for lunch, right beside a huge pile of sand, which served as our desert sanitary facility.

This is the kind of scenery we were in all day!  Just like in a post card!

Richard and James are chatting while taking a rest in the desert of Nevada!

Thanks to Joe and Gloria who went shopping for food the previous night, we had a great lunch in the middle of nowhere, on the top of a 6,000 foot high hill. 

Although the lunch was great, Joe and Richard were hungry for Pizza.  Joe saw the ad on Richard's van for Frank`s Pizza in Toronto, Canada and called to see if they delivered.  Unfortunately, our little hill in the middle of Nevada was just outside of the delivery zone.

After lunch,  the ride was all downhill, but the winds were so strong we had to pedal to keep from being pushed back up the hill.   

We arrived in Austin, Nevada, an old silver mining town of the 1800's.  After our fifty miles, we finally arrived in Austin. 

And we were happy to find an International Cafe right across from the motel, saving us from walking too far as the street is covered with giant locusts.  It is kind of challenging to cross the street without squishing something.