My original plan was to ride sun-up to sun-down and camp if I wasn't near a motel. I ended up camping only one night In the east, there were always motels nearby. In the west, I was plagued by shock and tire problems that kept requiring that I get to a town (AFT fluid, tire plugs, etc...) and once there, a motel was nearby. There were a few nights where I just chose to stop riding a little early for the convenience of the motel. My rear end simply wanted a bath tub. This picture was taken after I'd dropped the tent in the morning. I had not brewed any coffee up to this point in the trip (and none afterwards) and I decided that since I'd carried the beans and gear thousands of miles I was going to have some whether I wanted it or not. Here's a tip... don't bother packing Mini-Moos creamers unless you put them inside a hard case. They had all split open and their contents had been "aging" for several days before I discovered that fact. Not a pleasant aroma. I ended up camping here because at sunset I was still hours in any direction from anything but dirt, grass, and some peculiar birds. Oh... that big blue splotch is a tarp. I literally grabbed it as I was leaving home and it turned out to be immensely useful. I covered the bike with it in the evenings and on this terrain, I am convinced that both my tent and its footprint would have been punctured without that tarp under them.