“I’d rather be riding my motorcycle thinking about God,
 than sitting in church thinking about my motorcycle.” – Author Unknown

Beemer_girl pauses in Wyoming to ask, "Do you think all 15 of them chipped in to buy that sign?"

Crossing through Wyoming and South Dakota we often felt we had found the middle of nowhere, but came to realize when nowhere is everywhere, knowing where you are no longer has any real relevance. You just are where you are. There is no middle of nowhere, no edge or border, simply islands of somewhere which soon pass beyond the ever changing horizon.

I spent about 2 weeks exploring and mapping this region, and I’d go back again.