More exploring

Leaving Hope Sunday morning, I looked down at the gas gauge and I was in the red zone. Shit. I had 50 miles to go until the nearest gas station and it was very likely that she wasn't going to make it. I coasted downhill every chance I got - 5% grades, 1% grades, you name it. I even tried to coast on flat land much to the frustration of people tailgating behind me. 20 miles to go, 15 miles to go...I kept watching the needle descent beyond the red zone, past the white barrier into the black void. There was no turning back now. We were either going to roll in on fumes or hoof it. 1 mile to go...SUCCESS! SHE MADE IT! Man, what a trooper. Filling up the tank, it took 14.37 gallons - the manual says it's a 14.7 gallon tank. And she only gets about 15mpg. Talk about lucky!

I spent the rest of the day exploring other trails and concluded the day with giving Margaret a well deserved bath.