and then there were two.

Mike said he had to go.  He mumbled something about a job or money or something... I don't quite recall the details.    He had rode from San Diego to Hyder, Alaska on a 400cc dirtbike!  Now, he was going to ride back.  Alone.  On the same dirt bike.  While eradicating the countryside of mosquitoes along the way.

ride on, scumbucket.

Harper and I mourned again, then continued northward.  The roads got even more remote, towns and gas stations further apart.