The road to Flagstaff winds over 70 miles first through the forest, then across the plains, and finally over a mountain or two. Despite the maps and compass, I get a little lost but it’s a very pleasant two day ride. Once the sun goes down everything freezes instantly. My drinking water is solid ice by morning and a fire is certainly no longer an unnecessary luxury.
Flagstaff is somewhere near that mountain.
The country is a patchwork of forestry and ranch land.
Day 2: Getting closer.
Up and over the mountain.
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