Approaching the end of November 2008, I set out on what was destined to be a 2,000+ mile loaded journey from the mountains of Arizona to the coast city of San Diego in southern California. Originally planned as approximately a 5,000 mile endeavor that would have included both asphalt and dirt, the trip was cut short when the need to return home early came in a phone call.
The route would go through the Grand Canyon NP, north past the historic Cameron Trading Post in the Navajo Nation and into the painted desert where a mistake in under estimation provided me the opportunity to push my motorcyle four miles to Page AZ after running out of fuel. From there I headed into Zion Utah and came tounderstand how it got its name. South into Nevada by night passing by the infamous Area51 on the creapy Extraterrestreal Highway. Escape the seductive sands of Death Valley and stay in the boiling hotsprings of the Old Highway 395, preparing me for the onslaught of a snow blizzard that blew on the last open pass of the Sierra Nevadas.
After surviving the previous day's excitement I find sanctuary in San Francisco's China Town and eventually head down the historic and amazing Coast Highway 1, all the way to San Diego.
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