Ready to set out from Barstow.
One of many powerline roads we would encounter on this trip.
Entrance to Calico Ghost Town, just north of Barstow.
Even desolation has a beauty to it.
The bikes were so loaded that keeping them upright whenever parked was always a good idea.
Beer and tuna. It’s what’s for lunch.
Getting passed by a million pounds of corn, Volvo’s, and sex toys.
The 15 was almost always within earshot.
Shadows are starting to get loooong. Almost time to switch to night mode.
You find what you can to eat on trips like these. In this case, a shady gas station with even shadier microwave burritos.
Inside the Zzyzx research compound. Pretty weird feeling there, it was like an oasis in the middle of a dry lake bed with houses in it.
Setup camp at the top of the Zzyzx dry lake bed, a couple miles south of Baker.
Woke up to a fog bank, as we ride into Baker for a hot meal.
And what a hot meal it was.
Onward and upward! The climb out of Baker is going to be a test.
Carcass that had been there awhile.
Looked like some animal had turned the inside into an apartment.
Some stuff you just can’t ride.
Tried to see if the burro would help carry some of our stuff. He wasn’t going for it.
We were treated to an awesome sunset just as we crested the pass south of Primm.Final tally was 169 miles with 7,100 ft of climbing. Most of that up washy, rocky jeep road. This was an incredible adventure for us, and I hope by reading this it might spark a sense of adventure in you, as well!