The name Boof raises that sort of suspicion too.

I had the same fear but actually, and surprisingly, I switched sides in my mind immediately. I think most people would. There is much reinforcement constantly when you look on the other side of the road and there are trucks zooming along. So, I wouldn't worry about that at all.

There is only one time I can remember when I took off one morning on the wrong side of the road. Andrea yelled, "Left, left, left." I thought she wanted me to turn left so I turned left!

Thanks for logging your travels for others to read! Your journals have been very helpful to me. I’m a long-time backpacker, marathoner, and mountain biker, and I’m trying to figure out if I’m capable of taking up bikepacking/ bike touring. In the meantime, I’ll take part vicariously by reading these Pulitzer-worthy travelogues. 👍🏻

Thanks Nancy. Yes, my brain is notorious for all the thinking going on in there. Unfortunately, the thinking is usually either over-thinking or under-thinking. I wish I could find the sweet spot of just-right-thinking.

Wow, that is a lot of thinking going on in you brain. I wish I had something to offer … but I don’t 😒. I do know that wherever it is you decide to go, I will very much enjoy your trip 😉. I look forward to it Greg.

AHA!! Moab and the southwest UT deserts have some of the world's most spectacular scenery! I could see a trip Moab to Bryce to Zion to St George (they have an airport)

The French Canadian crossings might not even raise an eyebrow at your name...

I'd appreciate any Go Fund Me donations you can raise for me, but I didn't consider the difficulty in getting back to the U.S. You would not believe how many times I've been called "Garcia" in my lifetime. These days, that name would raise the eyebrows of ICE and border agents across every U.S.-Canada entry point.

No deserts in Thailand? I guess that's a disqualifier. Maybe I should go a few thousand miles north of you to Mongolia.

It's amazing you were able to pick up on that sign before I did. It must have been hidden way back in my subconscious mind. I never even considered going to Thailand for a bike trip until I started reading your journals. Your current journal, in particular, makes me want to go there, but it won't be this year.

I've always wondered how long it takes for an American to adjust to riding on the other side of the road. One week? Two weeks? A month? I'm so used to riding on the shoulder of the right lane, that I'd worry about setting out in the wrong lane every single day. Have you ever accidentally ridden in the right lane and had a bad result? If so, that story sounds like a good journal post.

If cost is the primary concern, I'm pretty sure we could set up a Go Fund Me campaign to get you up there. I'm not sure about bringing you back gain though, so there's that risk to consider.

In a way, I WAS fishing for suggestions. Thanks for picking up on that, Scott. And your suggestion was a great one. I thrive on finding the smallest, largest, oldest, dumbest stuff in the world. Usually, they are objects made of steel and fiberglass, but I like the idea of going to a superlative site constructed by nature. I had no idea it existed until you told me.

When I was younger and adventurous-er, I did dream of going to the Yukon someday. Now, I'm not so sure. I don't think I could afford a plane ticket to Whitehorse, it would take weeks to drive there, and I'd probably die if I tried to bike that far.

Even if I did make the effort to fly/drive/bike to the Carcross Desert, I'm afraid I might be disappointed in the size of it. I'm pretty sure I could ride across its one-mile expanse--and back--in less than a week.

On the other hand, that Caribou Coffee Shop looks pretty tempting. So does the winery. So does the opportunity to reclaim my Caribou Coffee jersey.

No doubt Utah's desert areas aren't as biologically diverse as the other major deserts, but what they lack in plant life, they more than make up for in scenic canyons and rock formations. (I was thinking of the area around Moab/Canyonlands/Arches rather than the area around the Great Salt Lake.)

G-2, Son of Bing Bong, and I will do our best to avoid that squishing situation.

Hi Frank. I really like getting a comment from somebody I haven't heard from before--especially when the comment contains a nice compliment such as yours. Thank you for that and thank you for reading my journals. I know my writings aren't everyone's cup of tea.