10 miles west of Lovelock, NV. 8:21pm
I remember vividly how Daniel and I were sitting under a bridge this one time in Colorado. This was probably ten days ago. We were looking at a map of Utah and Nevada and trying to figure out how many miles a day we’d have to do to get me to San Francisco in time for my flight.
I excitedly looked at the numbers and the days and said that everything was cool – we could probably take it pretty easy in Colorado because we’d make great time in the desert.
Daniel turned to me, looked me straight in the eyes and said:
“Dawg, don’t say that until you get there. The wind in Nevada blows so hard it’ll blow your motherfucking beard right up behind your ears.”
Here we are – ten miles west of Lovelock and about two hours into our evening ride. The wind is blowing so hard that we can barely even walk into it. I realized it’s been like this – not this bad though – since Utah. Headwinds, all the time. Maybe that’s why I don’t like Nevada too much. It’s all been a mistake. I believe they call that misattribution.
I think I just felt a tickle behind my ears.