Yesterday I rode 14 hours and covered 65 miles as the crow flies.
I packed up early and headed out.
I found some dirt right away and headed west.
The cows were standing all around me, and all of them were staring. Oddly unsettling.
From time to time I came across a great vista.
Trumball single room schoolhouse. From here I intended to ride due west across the ridges and meet up with 15 about 60 miles out.
I thought I was on heading west, but I ended up on 1063 going south west down into the canyon. I didn’t realize it at the time.
The riding was very technical. Steep rock washes.
The trail hugged the canyon walls.
25 miles down into the canyon I was starting to think I had gone the wrong way. The trail drops into the dry river bed. I had to ride down the river bed and cross back and forth countless times.
From time to time there were short smooth blasts.
The trail smoothed out a little bit and turned westward. I was pretty confident I’d end up in the right place.
Boy was I wrong.
I had been on this route for a solid 2 hours already and my tank was running dry.
I came across a check in pad and was not comforted to see no one had been through here for 3 weeks. I was supposed to be in Las Vegas by now but my day was just beginning.
The small paper map inside the checkpoint confirmed. . . 1063 didn’t go anywhere but a dead end in the canyon.
More to come. . . . .