Frank is correct. Straight ahead in this photo was the promise of some deep sand. With my problem leg and the heavy KLR I was not looking forward to that. So I turned right @ 1 mile ahead. I sort of went around the mountains while Frank and the others went over. Spent the entire day alone in what must be the most remote sections of the USA. I took lots of photos, but to be honest they all look the same. Me, the bike, a long straight section of road ahead and behind, mountains on both sides. I didn't see anyone all day. It was fantastic. And as you can see the weather could not have been better. This is normally where I would discuss the relative insignficance of man in the universe, but I won't go there.