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Soloing Cross Country on CM400 Photo Gallery

Honda CM400T poses in the desert, looking sturdy after three weeks and almost 3000 miles of riding.

One woman sets her sights on completing the dream of riding across the United States on her motorcycle. Here's the catch, the bike is older than she is. Read her story Soloing Cross Country on CM400.

Near Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park, in Central Florida. One of the rare places in Florida where land and dirt roads stretch into the horizon.

John looks beyond the Arizona desert to a range of mountains.

Campsites in West Texas are what you’d expect from the state – big. This one, by my estimate, was three acres.

Finally, Chili peppers welcomed me to New Mexico.

Crossing the Texas State Line.

Inspired by the William Least Heat-Moon novel and several references to its tininess by my Dad, I took a detour down “blue highways” to visit this tiny Texas town. In my hour there, the hardware store clerk nearly convinced me to buy the store.

The mountaintop view of Big Spring, Texas, with ominous windmills twirling in the distance.

In Big Spring, Texas, after the wind storm: I’m beginning to turn into Clint Eastwood.

A stay in Austin, Texas included this giant Lonestar outside the Texas State History Museum, watching over a million bats fly out from under a bridge, barbeque and honky tonks.

One of the many stunning wildflowers that lit up Texas’s highways.

Passing through Plains, Texas, which was excitingly close to the New Mexico Border.

In Roswell, New Mexico, I spent an afternoon posing with aliens, learning about conspiracy theories, and camping near a series of “bottomless” lakes outside of town that seemed dangerously close to the crop circle zone.

Crossing the Continental Divide felt like a major achievement.

Feeling triumphant near the Arizona border.

Near the Grand Canyon, descending to the Vermilion Cliffs was a breathtaking sight.

I met Santa Claus at a Utah gas station, and he left me these gifts on my saddlebag – a candy cane and a coin that read you were caught being good.

On the first night south from Utah, we camped above the Grand Canyon, at Jacob Lake, at a cool 9,000 feet.

Crossing the historic Navajo Bridge, near the Grand Canyon.

We crossed through a variety of deserts, from the rocky, cactus-strewn high deserts in Utah to this sparse, shrubby stretch of land in Eastern California.

The Arizona desert included 100 mile stretches of barren road. With only a two gallon tank, I carried extra gas – and was glad I did.

Driving through the California desert, east of Bakersfield, there are ample opportunities to pull off and camp.

I jubilantly reached the Pacific at San Luis, Obispo, California.

Finally in San Francisco, the bike and I spent the summer tooling around the San Francisco streets and exploring The 1’s magnificent coast lines.

Riding a southern stretch of interstate with apparently intense concentration.

A friendly Harley rider and his Chihuaha join forces with me through the Florida panhandle.

Sorting through camping gear, clothes and emergency supplies during a rare motel night with parents, who drove south to meet the author.