We woke up in a national forest, which was just beautiful. We were up early since we had gotten to bed so early. There was almost no wind, so we rode a smooth 50 miles or so to Farmington, NM where we got lunch.
From there the wind picked up a bit, but nothing too bad. Out pace slowed, but we still managed to get to Shiprock around 6. Shiprock is 97 percent Native American, and located on the Navajo Reservation. We got asked for gas money, and for money for food. Apparently we must look wealthy.
We bought dinner at a grocery store and ate at Sonic. From there we headed west, with the intention of just getting as far a we could. That's when the weather took a turn for the worse. We could see the storm approaching, and decided to try to plow through it.
It's a big storm. It started getting dark, so we pulled down the first road we found. We walked our bikes over to a space between some hills in hopes of not being seem by traffic or any others. This was a lot harder than it sounds, since it was all very dense clay-ish mud. It caked on the wheels making it hard to wheel. Jason's bike had fenders, so the caked mud was even worse. I grabbed a few of his bags, and he basically carried the bike over. This was in the middle of an open field, while it was thundering and lightning. It was probably just about the most scarred I've ever been, and probably about the most real danger I've ever been in. But we did what we had to do, and made it through. So now we're trapped in our tents, hoping to wake early and do a big milage day tomorrow. Things are going to look up. They have to from here.
Tomorrow: Somewhere near Tonalea, AZ.
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