Day 1: 74 Miles. #grundlehotwork.
Day 1.5: 100 Miles. 100 Miles and Ridin’.
Day 2. 136 Miles. Rendezvous Day.
Day 3: 208 Miles. Miles Later.
Day 4: 286 Miles. Cliches and Calculi.
Day 5: 362 miles. Trail Magic.
Day 6. 456 miles. The Hills Have Hills.
Day 7: 510 Miles. Fab Five.
Day 8: 577 Miles. Mr. Freakin’ Hot.
Day 9: 661 Miles. It’s a Great Day to Be Great.
Day 10: 732 Miles. Dropping Like Flies.
Day 11: 817 Miles. No More Bullshit.
Day 12: 878 Miles. Mary Mary Had a Little Land.
Day 13: 894 Miles. Haps, Naps and Maps.
Day 14: 978 Miles. All Hail Canal and Rail Trail.
Day 15: 1,050 Miles. Hot as Balls Deep in the Woods.
Day 16: 1,107 Miles. Slippin’ in the Darkness.
Day 17: 1,185 Miles. Mother Nature but No Tortilla.
Day 18: 1,246 Miles. No Sleep Til Steel City.
In “Desert Solitaire”, Edward Abbey notes:
“A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles. Better to idle through one park in two weeks than try to race through a dozen in the same amount of time. Those who are familiar with both modes of travel know from experience that this is true; the rest have only to make the experiment to discover the same truth for themselves.”