This was an absolute pleasure to cruise through. At times it was far
enough away from the road that you couldn't even hear the cars. There
were views of tunnels through mountains. My only complaint was that it
only lasted about 4-5 miles.

I'm not sure at what point camping with a chicken became not so unusual.

52.1 of some of the most extreme miles yet. Camping with Chris in
Escalante, UT.

The photo is of a ridicules road we took. I kept laughing at how much
of a joke it was to be there on a bike.

This is a strip of highway along a ridge with steep drops on either
side into canyons. Terrifying.

59.5 miles. I know the rides are technically more challenging but I
feel like I reached a new level. Things feel easier.

Went 74.8 miles today and caught up with Chris. We are camping in
Hanksville, UT. Also spending the night is this dude that's been
riding around the desert for a month now. He's a fun guy with some
good stories. I aspire to be like him when I grow up.

It is so strange out here. Around every bend I want to stop to take
pictures.

This part is completely fictional.

A few days ago these guys told us about closed motel. They explained
how one could enter and that they enjoyed a night there.

So yesterday 52.7 miles into the middle of nowhere we found it. Chris
decided to push on (we'll most likely meet up again) but I spent the
night.