Not quite the end of the event, though, as out on the 305 there was course unmantling going on, the Italians were up at the start doing I know not what and, at the 2.5 mile marker, a bunch of weary Canadians looking for Alan's missing glasses. The 360 miles to Bishop contained about half a dozen places where navigation was required and most of it looks the same, at least until you get over Anchorite Summit and are greeted by the Lofty and SNO-capped peaks of the Sierras.
|Highway 361 revisited|
|The Lofty and SNO-capped peaks of the Sierras, yesterday|
|Tufas in Mono Lake|
|Ye smalle fowles, Mono Lake. Plus a rock which appears to be wearing sunglasses...|
The Automatic Diary is now officially Up To Date, and I have a headache and am going to bed. Nighty-night!
- And if Marieke and Arnold formerly of room 208 are feeling guilty about waking me up, don't. Because you didn't.