Yesterday, Mayor Blakley told us about the road from Dinosaur to Craig. He couldn’t think of a word to describe it.

Today we thought of a fitting term.

Roller coaster.

Up, down, up, down. Some of the hills were miles long. We coasted down as fast as 39 mph (63 kph). We slogged our way up as slowly as 4 mph (6 kph). On flat stretches and smooth stretches, over crumbles and cracks, around scary-big potholes. Past mounds of smelly roadkill.

For 88 miles.

When we left Dinosaur, we saw a sign warning “NO GAS NEXT 59 MILES”. We don’t burn gas. We didn’t take a photo.

This isn’t the longest stretch of American road without a gas station. Not even close. But in this car-happy country, it suggests wilderness. How far away is your nearest gas station?

Most of the few people we encountered today were in metal boxes on wheels.

Meet two exceptions. Gordon and George.

After Jeffrey and Gordon talked for a while—with Jeffrey missing some of the conversation, owing to Gordon’s thick Glaswegian brogue—Gordon returned with his friend George.

George knows the term “kangaroo court”. He was the victim of one. He is fiercely protective of refugees, and severely critical of the UK government’s anti-immigrant policies. George told us how, when an acquaintance in Australia called immigrants a “problem”, George asked her (sarcastically) to which aboriginal group she belonged.

Gordon and George and we are on the same page.

Gordon handed Jeffrey a significant donation for Human Rights First. He will get a Beatles postcard, signed by me and by Jeffrey, delivered to his door via overseas airmail.

You can donate too!

Tonight we are over 1000’ (300 meters) higher than we were yesterday. At 6240’ (1900 meters), the air feels thin.

Tomorrow night we hope to be 2000’ (600 meters) higher still.

Another roller coaster day.

Another chance to promote human rights, and Human Rights First.