Hot to Trot

Still cycling through the desert. It feels like we can almost see California on the horizion, only one more state. But, hey, what's one more state between friends.
The scenery has been beautiful; the climbs and heat have not. Joe's deraileur exploded today (that'll happen). He's taking tomorrow and maybe the rest day to try to find civilization to get a replacement.
Morale is high. Terence K. died of cholora. We hired an Indian to ford the river. Looking forward to the next trading post, for we are running low on salted meat. However, we were able to barter with some fur catchers for several sacks of potatoes.

More to come....
Joe & JP