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I carry my bike, and walk my packed saddlebags, out of the Wilderness area over to the old road One of thousands of crickets stays still long enough for me to snap a photo of itThumbnailsI head up "the shortcut" to check out a better road that I saw on my way here, but which is not on my mapsOne of thousands of crickets stays still long enough for me to snap a photo of itThumbnailsI head up "the shortcut" to check out a better road that I saw on my way here, but which is not on my mapsOne of thousands of crickets stays still long enough for me to snap a photo of itThumbnailsI head up "the shortcut" to check out a better road that I saw on my way here, but which is not on my mapsOne of thousands of crickets stays still long enough for me to snap a photo of itThumbnailsI head up "the shortcut" to check out a better road that I saw on my way here, but which is not on my mapsOne of thousands of crickets stays still long enough for me to snap a photo of itThumbnailsI head up "the shortcut" to check out a better road that I saw on my way here, but which is not on my maps

I assemble the 10-ton bike and start riding slowly down the bumpy surface of the road. I haven't ridden my bike since three days ago and have forgotten how heavy it is. I drink the last few gulps of my water, which are already quite warm.