Physically, a good day on the bike. My pace line averaged 18.9 mph for a quick ride into Fallon. Nevada has nothing really, its very barren and different from back east. Unfortunately, I broke a spoke towards the end and a piece of glass punctured my tire, but I was able to fix all that without having to rack up.
Both the North and South teams waited to shower in the TWO showers available. TO kill time until dinner, we tried to every way possible to login into the library computers, but to no use. We eventually ended up doing a Wal-mart run, the first for some actually. While the crew vans got washed, we played Frisbee in the parking lot and then a game of knockout back at the school until we were moved inside by the first rain all trip!
The Fallon community had done a neat job setting up the gym for dinner. The theme was cowboy; boots, vests, and checkered cloths covered the room and tables. A DJ and laser lights were even brought in for the evening dance party. After some local BBQ, Journey of Hope North and South teams became the largest boy band every by singing and dancing to Backstreet Boys….Tell me why….ain’t nothin’ but a heartbreak….
I ate and conversed with a nice Native American family that lived on a nearby reservation. I’m not positive, but I think they said they are part Paiute (?) and Shoshoni (?). The school was Numa Elementary and they taught me that Numa is a Native American word for a decoy duck made out of tule reeds. There's your fun fact of the day.
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