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Figured it out, Dyl.
Nick-Great idea on the bagged Dal, etc. I've had it every night except last night when I broke down and had a reuben outside Salt Lake City. Was exhausted after driving about 12 hrs and 670 miles. Andre, that meal exceeded my $10/day budget, but other than a smoked sausage on a bun in Iowa, was the only store boughten meal.

Tonight, I'm in Oregon; Klamathg Falls, about 50 miles short of Ashland. 630+ miles today, lots of desert, mountains and finally farmland.

"Turn right in 240 miles." Guida the GPS cooed and jolted me out of a short nap as I hurtled west on I-80 at 70 mph, five below the limit and about fifteen slower than everybody else. It was kind of like yesterday in Wyoming. I drove for three hours and only turned the steering wheel twice, it seemed. Anyway, to stay awake, I started reading the map; soon discovering a shortcut which eliminated the deep dip to Reno, and the jog into California before heading north.

The only obvious shortcoming was a lot of nothing in between intersections. I was sort of unsure of Guida's ability to handle desert after yesterday's constant insistance that I turn around, make a U-turn or two lefts or rights. During today's meditative periods I figured out that Guida was merely responding to the fact that I had forgotten to re-program her after deciding to take a suggestion of another scenic shortcut.

So, I took a right off I-80 at Winemucca, and headed off into sand dunes. At a construction site, I talked with a kid who was flagging. He said that there was a lot of nothing out there, that the road was good and that there was only one cop in the 200+ mile area. He also said that I shouldn't take it if I were afraid of heights. ( I didn't admit it) He went on to tell me of a section of steep 9% grade with no guardrails and thousands of feet of free-fall opportunities. I thanked him and headed toward my anticipated doom.

At the last gas station I met a cyclist who had just come through the area from the other end. He told me that it took him two hours to climb three miles of it. After driving it, I can swear that I would never do it either way on a bike, never do it at night and probably never, ever do it again for any reason. My need to do laundry is now critical.

Paul Devin recently retired, and decided to stretch his Social Security income by eliminating rent. He also figured to do something he enjoys, so he is bike touring. He's been into Canada and all over this country and is presently headed for the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Plans to winter in Texas and is heading for the East Coast in the spring. I told him to look me up in Westbrook and I'd feed him lobster for his effort. He's counting on it.

Paul, welcome to Gloxy's Ramble. I stopped at the Adel Store, but Sharon wasn't working-only does Sundays and Mondays. I left a message with the fellow minding the store and he assured me that he'd pass it on. He thanked me for her, saying that they often wonder about people with questionable modes of transportation who take that route. What's worrisome about a bike? I'll see you in the Spring unless I bump into you near the Canyon.

My portable light is failing, and the 'puter will die soon, as my "electric" site only does the big three-pronged cords, not the regular, I'm going to jump in the carf and try to send some photos.