During the run, I wore a singlet (shirt) with my name on it in case I bumped into anyone, passed fans looking to randomly cheer a stranger on, or if my body later needed to be identified. Needless to say (which is why I bring it up), none of that happened.
The route was dead simple: follow the wide, flat, smooth dirt road (named Rodeo) on its diagonal through the valley from one empty highway to the state line where it intersected another even-less-traveled highway. It felt good running on another road where I could see forever even as the immense scale of the surrounding mountains confused my ability to accurately estimate distances based on simple visual clues. Great run. I would love to do it again. Now if I can just get back there!
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| Running in the Nevada Desert |
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| Welcome to Oregon Sign in Denio |
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| Greg is bigger than the mountain when running |
