Sash and I have done a lot of traveling together on motorcycles, but yesterday we rode together separately. That is, we took separate routes.
We left Murphys, CA late morning, July 17.
She went her way, and I went mine. It was the first time we had done that.
"I just want to give you the opportunity to ride on your own", she said. "You don't mind, right?"
I was actually conflicted. I mean, yes, it would be fun to ride some of the tighter, twisted roads that take steep elevation gains and drops, and wind precariously close to cliff edges. And yes, it would be fun to ride at my own speed without having to worry about her falling way behind and getting lost.
But then, her riding her own direction would have me worried anyway.
"I suppose so", I said. "But I'm still going to be worried about you."
She thought it was sweet.
The truth is that spending more time alone is something we both really need. As it is, we spend so much time together, in hotel rooms, on the road, eating, meeting clients, working... that we actually get on each other's nerves. Certainly, we work together well and feed off each other well, but I also do pretty well on my own, and so does she. We just don't get to put that into practice much.
Sash took off northbound along CA-49, commonly known as the Gold Country Highway. Highway 49 had been highly recommended to us by a number of people. Sash and I had actually ridden it before a couple years ago, and I've ridden it a few times myself in years' past.
Eventually, I dropped down into Markleeville for a Reuben Sandwich and brew at the Wolf Creek Bar. Sash stopped for tacos in Colfax along the I-80. I managed to avoid the forecasted thunderstorm, just barely. Sash, however, got drenched.
Fernley, NV, ain't all that much. It's largely a town that grew up on the intersection of I-80 and Alt-95. It's chock full of national chains and casinos. We only decided to come here because it was a good distance of a ride, and we needed a place to crash the night.
This morning, we're slabbing it to Elko, NV