Isaac Lewis

Just... Perfectly flat.

And it's like you're going through a desert.

There's nothing to look at.

It's just... A flat... Plane.

They stopped using it for trucks back in the mid-90s and...

You know you can look at all the pictures you want, but you can't feel the remoteness of the place in your bones till you stand there.

That sort of grayness it had about it.

Emptiness.

No color.

Pictures don't really tell you about it.

So I'm waiting for Peter to give us a little pep talk after our ride heads back, but nope.

He just picks up his pack and off we go.

Day one.

No phones, no music, no talking.

We were supposed to take it real slow and save any talking until the camp at night, which was right on the road.

And Peter said he had a satellite phone just in case of some worst case scenario.

But really, as he walked.

you couldn't go anywhere except your own imagination your own problems because visually you had nothing to distract you the road just went and went and every direction you looked was the same you couldn't even use the mountains as a reference point because they were too far away I worried a little bit about coyotes and I was praying my back would hold up the other creepy thing about it all was the yanni plant

In the summer seasons, Yanni could give you some intense hallucinations if you chewed it.

And it was poking up through the cracks in the road and along the sides, kind of like, kind of like daring you to have some.