The final day of the trip was the most fun and tiring. I was up shortly after sunrise and spread out my tent and a couple of other items in the sun to dry before leisurely enjoying my coffee as I packed up for the ride home. Again, the vastness of the wilderness continues to amaze me. The ninety or so miles along US 191 from Alpine to Clifton is virtually unpopulated. There are one or two small towns, a few ranches, and that's about it. Ninety miles of the best riding in the country and I didn't see more than a dozen cars the whole time. I don't have a lot of pictures because I didn't want to stop, and anyway the iPhone just can't do justice to the views. It's hard to describe this section of road. Turns, turns, and more turns, through alpine pine forests and high desert pastures, that hug the mountains and cut across ridge lines in an endless, intoxicating ride. If you live in Arizona or New Mexico and haven't done this ride then just find an excuse. I'm glad I started first thing in the morning, because I was fresh and this road, especially the southern half, demands all of your attention. There are sweeping, high speed turns and tight, second gear hairpins. Lots of fun and beautiful country. At the southern end, the road winds through a huge, open pit mine. I've flown over these but never seen them from ground level, and all I can say is that I am impressed. This is just one small section of the mine. I think the entire operation ran for more than ten miles of highway. Once the descent from the mountains was completed, I was back in the desert. It was hot country that I was familiar with so all I wanted to do was finish the run home, but even pushing past the speed limits it still took three hours to get back to Tucson from Safford. Admittedly, I added to that time because I still wanted to do a little dirt, so I took the Airport Road out of Willcox to hook into Three Links and then Cascabel Road. I was tempted to take the dirt north around Tucson but with my leaking forks and the day already hot, I headed for I-10 at Benson and my longest stretch of highway during the trip. All told, I logged 2059 miles over eight days, and, yes, today my old bones feel it. It was a great trip that proved our wonderful country has so much to offer even if you aren't inclined to venture off-road. Next up are some lessons and observations.