Over the Hill

It has been a long term and chronic request for me to drive to the finish point of this ride and pick up the pieces. I have to admit that the thought of it made me nervous, and the part about picking up the pieces was my wild imagination working over time. It is, afterall, a forty mile ride on a slim shoulder of a lonely desert highway that could pass itself off as Death Valley, gracing U2's Joshua Tree Album. The picture from the album (above) was shot in Death Valley but could be a twin to parts of Utah Hill. My oldest daughter keeps telling me that these areas are not conducive to human life. Maybe true in places like this one, but the goat went over the hill anyway. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Joshua_Tree

I found him at the grave yard with my aunt and uncle after he got off the Death Valley clone highway. He was alive and well, ready to hit the seafood buffet, and we did.