It is hard to describe the space, desolation and ruggedness that is Wyoming. Fences separate everything, cattle gates cross the highway where cattle open range. Pronghorn Antelope turn their white fluffy backside and run away, keeping their body level while their feet do all the work floating over the sage. I explore the arid sage covered BLM roads in search of silence and find it. The wind howls but I've fought it head on for days rarely seeing 25mph. My lips crack with the elevation'a UV rays and dry air. Each day is long and full of possibilities. I never know where I'm going and I'm always pleased with where I wake up the next morning.
In May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing.