Into the Desert: Longhorns, Endless Roads, and the Drop to Rome

I woke up at 5:30am this morning and stepped out onto the road by 6:30am. My crew was still asleep, tucked into the RV while I quietly started my run. The first stretch of the day was simply idyllic—open grasslands, glistening waterbodies and creeks, birds flying overhead, ducks fluttering, herons standing still like statues, and even a group of longhorn mares grazing in the distance. The sky was a vivid blue, decorated with interesting cloud patterns, and the road stretched endlessly ahead—straight, vast, and peaceful.

The second half of the day took me into drier, more arid terrain—sandy land dotted with small bushes and low desert vegetation. The road still stretched on and on into the horizon, with nothing but my thoughts, footsteps, and the changing landscape around me. At mile 19, my crew appeared for the first time today—always a welcome sight. We chatted, refilled supplies, coordinated the next few miles, and I was off again.

We settled into a rhythm of meeting about every 5 miles. I was thirsty throughout—though it wasn’t as hot as yesterday (thankfully not climbing into the 90s°F / 30s°C again), it was still warm and dry. By late morning, the wind had picked up, offering both a bit of cooling and a bit of resistance.

As I neared Rome, the landscape changed again—this time with dramatic steep cliffs appearing just before the road dipped down toward the Owyhee River. That descent into the valley was a highlight—breathtaking views, wide open space, and a sense of awe at where my feet had taken me.

After crossing the river, I finished my run in Rome, Oregon—home to a gas station, a small store, a motel, and an RV park. We checked in, took care of some cleaning and organizing, then had a snack. Now we’re about to cook dinner. It’s warm and windy outside, but calm in spirit.

Tomorrow, I’ll start early again. Thanks for being with me, supporting me, and sharing this journey. One day at a time. Mile by mile.