It is the deepest part of night, still and moonless, when I awake again. I hear tires once more and see headlights stopping. It must be Jeremy. I’m relieved both brothers are safely here. The highway into Elk City was great afternoon fun on a motorcycle but I worried about them driving it tired in the dark.
We sleep as long as we like then, after some Jetboiled coffee, Joel and Jeremy begin packing their motorcycles. Since we’re riding some highway and nothing harder than forest roads this year, Joel is using his GS 800 and lending his KTM 450 to Jeremy for a bit more speed than the TW.