I stood with my bike on Hickison Summit, gazing at the windswept, sepia-tinted desert below. Dusty sagebrush lined the road stretching before me; snowcapped peaks rimmed the horizon. I had a reservation in a historic hotel in Eureka, Nevada, that evening and five hours of daylight to cover 46 miles. I pushed off and began coasting down the gentle grade.
A Cyclist Goes It Alone on Nevada’s Highway 50
News From: NPEA Nevada Division