Hwy 395 was deserted except for me and the parade of Baja trophy trucks headed back from the running of the Vegas to Reno race. Lotsa honks and thumbs ups. I hung a left just past Bishop and grinned from ear to ear on the roller coaster ribbon of road that is Hwy 168.
I stopped at some point and enjoyed the leftover pizza that had been warming up all morning nestled inside my knobbies.
Desolation makes a wonderful appetizer.