The Nevada desert is still as hot and empty as ever. The only shade we were able to find yesterday was a picnic table under a small roof. This has inspired me to create a new motto for it: Nevada, The best place to be if you happen to be allergic to water. It is so dry, that I have yet to see a single plant that was even 3 feet tall. And while I'm ranting about the agriculture, I wonder what Nevada's state flower is. Actually I wonder if Nevada has a state flower. Actually, I wonder if Nevada has a flower. Anywhere. In the entire state.
Today is day 9, our first rest day. Yesterday, we covered almost 65 miles, bringing my total milege to 487. We went over Hickison Pass which was our sixth pass of the trip. We finished in Eureka which, with over 600 people, is one of the bigger cities we've passed through. It even had its own grocery store which was a big highlight after having to shop at a Cheveron mini-mart in Austin. It is an old siver mining town with a museum which we are going to visit later today. Still the best part of our stay, apart from not having to ride 60 miles for once, is that we're staying in a hotel with its own TV. Already I've spent two hours staring at it (actually it was more, but my mom said that she would look like a bad parent if I wrote that). This is probably the longest I've been able to watch TV in at least a year, putting it in contention for the best part of the entire trip.
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Yonah, Nevada's state 'flower' is sagebrush...
and here is the state song...maybe you can't relate...
Written & Music by Bertha Raffetto
Way out in the land of the setting sun,
Where the wind blows wild and free,
There's a lovely spot, just the only one
That means home sweet home to me.
If you follow the old Kit Carson trail,
Until desert meets the hills,
Oh you certainly will agree with me,
It's the place of a thousand thrills.
Home means Nevada
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pine.
Out by the Truckee, silvery rills,
Out where the sun always shines,
Here is the land which I love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Deep in the heart of the golden west
Home means Nevada to me.
Whenever the sun at the close of day,
Colors all the western sky,
Oh my heart returns to the desert grey
And the mountains tow'ring high.
Where the moon beams play in shadowed glen,
With the spotted fawn and doe,
All the live long night until morning light,
Is the loveliest place I know.
Home means Nevada
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pines.
Out by the Truckee's silvery rills,
Out where the sun always shines,
There is the land that I love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Right in the heart of the golden west
Home means Nevada to me.
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