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In the east it seems corn and soybean fields are measured in acres but in the west in miles . This field bordered by black-eyed Susans was found near Kendall , Kansas .
many times over the years , generally putting up with a shower here or there , never the downpours I experienced on this trip . Near Hinckley , Utah , the rain hit with one unannounced blast , a crosswind that nearly threw me off the highway . When there was no rain my thermometer claimed it was more than 100 degrees , but with the rain it plummeted to as low as 55 ! There the crosswind blew unabated , raindrops funneled into the unzipped vents on my riding jacket . I could feel the water running down my arms and chest . It was wonderful .
There would be no rain in Nevada , only the stretch of U . S . 50 that has made a name for itself , “ The Loneliest Road in America .” But if you take the time to look around and to observe there is so much to see . The muted colors of everything that surrounds you