After opening and closing so many barbed wire fence gates, an actual cattle guard crossing seemed like a gift. Sometimes I was amazed by the logic of placement, though. We would be miles down a totally overgrown road only to find a nice cattle guard crossing that obviously had cost some serious money to install.
So back to the pictures.
Next up on Day 1 was a very, very long section of flat open desert. Mike routed us along a buried pipeline, which added some interesting stripes to the otherwise non-descript route. Throughout this section I was worried about my fuel problems -- improper tank venting and general paranoia about gas mileage. With a 5 gallon tank, I figured my 610 was good for 200+ miles. But with the higher elevation (always >3000 feet and jetting for sea level) I was only getting about 35 mph.
Finally to our first serious water crossing -- the Owyhee. Let the fun begin!