Wednesday, July 29

Wagontire café

Highway 395 is lonely and streches between Riley and Lakeview where I am heading. It's a long long ride in a deserted area; no town to cross, no house in the distance, nothing over 113 mi / 181 km. Not even birds singing; the wind or coyotees howling is the most you may hear.



28 mi / 46 km south from Riley, I hit Wagontire: a place with just a café, few rooms and even an air strip. Cherry has recently taken over the place and is running it. I decided that this would make a good place to stop for the night in the middle of the desert.

She offered that I use one of the empty rooms instead of my tent; which is especially nice as the weather seemed to be stormy and windy tonight. From time to time, I hear a car darting along the highway; and then nothing. Time slowes down.



It feels great spending this evening in the middle of the desert, like on a boat in the middle of the ocean and away from everything.



"A desert road from vegas to nowhere,
some place better than where you've been..."


More info:
* Wagontire Café

3 comments:

  1. Beware of mingling your beard with the radius of your front wheel . According to your last pictures it looks fairly long !...

    Bises
    PP.

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  2. I wonder how Cherry and her friend earn their life in such a lonely place ?

    Bises
    PP.

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  3. We had a delightful breakfast at the very-much-open Wagontire Cafe in June, 2009. Sure hope Cherry and friend are still making a go of it. Our visit with them is a wonderful memory for us New Yorkers.

    Here's a photo I took the morning after we bivouacked in our car at the rest area south of Wagontire.

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/lewscanon/5625343373/in/photostream

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