|Highway 140 in the mountains west of Klamath Falls|
|Overlooking the valley I'd crossed earlier - I wouldn't have parked this close to the edge on the Gold Wing|
|Twisty road without guard rails. It's a long way to the bottom.|
|After the long climb up it's official, you're in Nevada|
I spooked a pair of adult Pronghorn Antelopes who took flight as soon as they detected the slowing of my engine. No photos of them I guess. Not long after that a coyote trotted across the road in front of me at a pace that could only be described as leisurely. “Can’t have that” I thought so I gave him a sample toot of my Flamm Freeway Blasters, horns designed to alert sleeping drivers of semi-trucks. One blast and his gait picked up to a more hurried rate, sort of like a slow run. Still too slow and not showing respect I thought so I gave him two more toots and those seemed to scare hell out of him as he dropped down two gears and hammered it hard. Coyotes can really haul the mail when encouraged.
|Fearlessly I pause to photograph the unpredictable wild mule|
|First two days travel according to Google Maps|