Day 9: Saturday

The airport was insanity.  There was a great deal of confusion, a lack of personnel, and some very angry Homeland Security employees.  This was my worst airport experience, ever.  To top it off they charged me $80 to check my bike, but they didn’t put it on the plane.  It showed up on some other flight. 

The insanity of the city, airports, and planes always manages to put a screeching halt to any sense of peace that comes about from pedaling through the desert for a few days.  That’s why I enjoy taking pictures and writing these detailed journals.  I can look back and recall why I love these trips so much.

Here are the statistics, as best as I can get: