AUSTRALIAN BIKER ACROSS USA

         I hit the "Historical" town of Eureka half way through Nevada just about lunchtime. There weren't many choices in this half vacant old western oasis in the middle of no where. A lot of the buildings were cool and some right out of an old western movie--just worn out and deserted.

       I opted for the only old log cabin style bar and grill. It appeared to be "the" place for the locals to unwind on a Saturday night--wherever the locals were! The eating side was at least "non-smoking" with descent food and good service.

          While waiting for my order of food , I struck up a conversation with a couple of traveling bicyclists and one who was from Australia and riding all the way to Virginia. They were progressing about 60-70 miles a day and felt quite good about it. I always love listening to accents of people from different parts of the country or world, especially when they sound like Crocodile Dundee!