If ever there was a day to wear my
cowboy boots...
As I leave The Little A'le'Inn, I look
down at the themometer...it reads 102º
F, and it's only 9am! I feel I should rub factor 50 into my ever increasing bald patch as I put down the
roof.
By the way, my car is awesome. Just saying.
50
miles down the road and I cross from Clark County, into the best named county
in America.
Yes,
Nye county
Nevada, named after
Governer James Nye, aide to President Abraham Lincoln, I shit you
not!
As
I travel 200 miles North, I fill up at a little backwater town
called Tonopah, where the gas attendant may as well have worn
dungerees and told me I sure had a pretty mouth.
Heading
West,
I start to climb and the dusty trails & cactus make way for Hot springs and Forests.
The air smells of pine as I cross the state line into
California (I'm asked by the border patrol if I am bringing any
livestock or meat into the state...errr, no....ooh actually I lied,
there's some beef jerky in the glove box).
Late
afternoon, I arrive at the mountain town of Mammoth Lakes at a height
of 3000 metres above sea level. It's a ski resort in the winter so I
feel quite at home (lots of use of the word Dude). It's also here where I learn that geeky glasses and a British accent CAN be cool. Don't
worry, I poshed up my Brummie twang a fair bit.
I
sleep long and deep tonight (Thank you Coors©)
as tomorrow will be the biggest drive of the trip as I hit The Tioga
Pass through Yosemite National Park.
Today's
soundtrack was provided by Creedence Clearwater Revival, Tom Petty, and The
Eagles.
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