Many times, I found myself not exactly lost but not quite sure where I was, or headed. The endless Western skies and my complete lack of a schedule encouraged exploration. Back roads, lost highways, Indian reservations, dirt roads: I hit them all. Spent some time camping, too, falling asleep to the tranquil sounds of a swift river. But I can skip a shower for just so many days. Then it was time to drift into a funky little mining town, check in to a funky little motel, and saunter over to a funky little saloon. After a few days in the saddle, a couple pints of local brew and a wood-fired pizza is pure heaven.