Week 315 - US Highway 50 - 08-26-2012
US Highway 50 from Fallon, Nevada to Green River, Utah
In Weeks 311-312 we traveled 2,800 miles. Enough miles and photos
for six travelogues. So we would be neglectful if we didn't
embellish about our "Taxi" ride with more photos of the trip. One
thing we have learned in traveling through all 50 states is that
every state has a surprise for you. What image comes to mind when
you think of traveling through Nevada? Ours is something like the
photo below. We have to ask, "What are you doing in this place? Did
your grandfather's wagon break down here?"
Well, surprise, surprise, US Highway 50 is different from the view
above. This highway extends over 3,000 miles from West Sacramento,
California to Ocean City, Maryland. The section in Nevada is known
as the "Loneliest Road in America". It is long and sparsely
populated but US Highway 50 offers you a variety of terrain and
We start our travelogue in Fallon, Nevada, location of Naval Air
Station Fallon. Since 1996 this has been the home of TOPGUN, the
United States Navy Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor program. Fallon is the last town of any size until you reach Ely over 250
Along the way to Ely you pass through Austin, Nevada, a cute old
town nestled in the mountains. And look, trees!
Back on the road it was only minutes between sunshine and a
For a town of 4,255 (2010 census) Ely is delightfully filled with
murals, statues and other artwork.
Not sure what this is, but it's artsy!
Next stop is Scipio, Utah at only 190 miles from Ely.
Once into Utah, while they've never heard of trees, they've got
rocks down pat: strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, all the flavors.
Mandy enjoyed this rest stop and the Castle Valley view area. Ooh,
is that greenery we see?
At several of the rest areas the local Indians had beautiful pottery
for sale. We loved the turtle, but first, we were not sure that it
wasn't imported from China and second, it was $27.00. Hmmmm!
You've got to admit, Utah has some stunning colors and formations.
"Drowsy Drivers Next Exit". Everyone else, "Keep It Moving!". But
not you trucker, "Slow Down!"
Great clouds . . .
. . .
Every snapshot from Alaska was a postcard. Utah is not bad either.
Clean air is a photographer's friend.
Arriving at Green River, you find a town of about 1,000 people. Not
much there, but Shady Acres RV park is a bargain with cable TV,
WiFi, Deli, Gas Station, large laundry, RV wash and low daily
rates. We covered 595 miles on this section of US 50. That leaves
us just about 2,400 more miles to report on. That will take awhile,
but we'll try.
In our six years and 85,000+ miles of traveling our experiences has
been pretty positive. And when we have had disappointments, we
don't report them, just ignore them. Maybe a cranky RV park employee
or slow service at the repair center. But, these are truly few and
far between. And next time the employee might be a joy (or
unemployed) and service might be fast!
However, we feel the need for this report. We feel that it was a
On this trip we arrived at the Flying J in Scipio,
Utah, at the junction of US 50 and Interstate 15. We pulled into
the fuel stop and a young man named Derrick ran right over to us. He
pointed out the cupping on our tires (marked with red arrows below).
Then, he told us that our tires were cracking (marked in yellow) and
might soon separate and cause a front tire blow out. Ouch, that
would hurt and could cause a major crash. Since we were on the
mission to pick up Aunt Glo, we needed good tires.
Derrick directed us to George at the tire shop where we could get
new tires. So, we finished our fueling and visited George. He
looked at our tire and repeated the warning that we could get a blow
out at any time. We were not prepared to invest $1,200.00 in two
new tires. But George was pretty convincing. He had the Michelin
tires and encouraged us to replace. "How much", Pete asked.
$1,200.00 each. Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaach? Last time we bought four
Michelin's in Montana and they were $550.00 each. Needless to say,
we turned down George's offer.
As we continued our travels, we slowed our normal 60 mph down to 50
to be safe. We "knew" that we needed new tires but would wait until
Denver for better pricing. We began research. We took this tire
photo and sent it to our RV buddy and wholesale tire rep Tom
Dietrich. After an exchange of emails and a phone call, Tom told us
that while our tires were obviously cupped, they were not about to
separate. Note that the cracking was only about six inches on the
right front tire, none on the left. Tom said that we probably got
the cracks by rubbing against a curb. He also told us that if the
cupping was causing steering wheel vibration, we could exchange the
front tires with one side of the rear. As we don't feel any
vibration we elected to do nothing.
We so appreciate Tom's expertise. But since we were going to be
carrying Aunt Glo, we checked with a tire shop in Denver, so that
someone could look at the tire firsthand and not just at a photo. This shop could have tried to sell us tires (at $600 each). However,
they echoed Tom's decision and told us we had nothing to worry
By the way, Tom, serving the Western United States, had heard
another story about this tire shop in Scipio. And thinking back on
it, we noticed three motorhomes lined up for tires as we drove
away. While it is not conclusive that Derrick and George are
running a scam, it sure looks that way. So, just be diligent and
aware if you pull into the Scipio Flying J and told you need tires. We don't think this tire shop is owned by Flying J; it is just on
With love, yes, even for you Derrick and George, Pete, Ellen and
Mandy, still alive after driving 2,100 miles on bad
"Dishonest scales are an abomination to the LORD, But a just weight
is His delight." Proverbs 11:1
Photos from Jul 2012