Relief, excitement, apprehension.... 5,000 miles in the rearview and we finally made it to Oregon.
Crossing the Snake River from Idaho the feeling was oddly surreal. To be honest, Utah and Idaho fucked us up. The absolute emotional highs of Moab quickly transitioned into the lows of Joe's shoulder injury. Our camera equipment and computers were cutting in and out, bearing the strain that we were putting ourselves through without any of the feelings to keep them going. Still, we had to continue on and we could almost feel the cold mist of the Pacific in our tired minds.