Route 97

Route 97 lies at the very end of Route 99. What totally amazed me was that only 50 or 60 miles earlier I was in a forest surrounded by snowy, cloud-draped peaks, pine trees, and rushing rivers, yet here it was pretty arid (note the sage behind me). Normally, the landscape slowly changes around you as you ride, but here the change was pretty pronounced. No more rain, either, thankfully.

I sure hope I like Route 97, since I'm going to be on it for a long, long time.