this might be my favorite photo from the trip. it’s taken at the same place as the previous one, i just walked back a couple hundred feet and climbed up some rocks. i lost one of my gloves there.
you can see the road ahead curved to the left and went pretty much directly towards the huge storm we were watching on the horizon. there was lightning everywhere. i told alex that i didn’t think we should go ahead. but he said, “what are we going to do? we have no choice." he was right, and from that point on, we had our go-to catch phrase of the trip. it turned into "i mean, we don’t really have a choice” and was used at various points- about where to stay at night, how to perform repairs on the bikes and what routes to take. we did have some say in how things went, but a large part of this trip turned out to be learning how to accept whatever came our way, because really, in the middle of nowhere, 2000 miles away from home, what else are you going to do?
we rode on and were lucky for a while, the road never went straight for more than a half mile at a time and we managed to dodge the rain for a bit, while watching the storm all around us. obviously our luck did not last.