Last evening we came to a fork in the road. We’re headed to the Great Basin National Park and need to head west to join US Route 93. There are two ways to get there. Both routes go into the wind.
Option A is a 59 mile paved road with light to moderate traffic but no shoulder. Camping has the potential to be difficult as this route is through private land where we risk getting caught squatting on someone’s property.
Option B is a shorter, 48 mile ride, however 22 miles will be a dirt road of uncertain condition. This route goes through the Dixie National Forest public BLM land, where camping is not a problem. Option B will have minimal, if any, traffic, and has the potential to be more scenic and have more shelter from the wind. On the other hand, we’ll have to ride more alert, jockeying for the best position on the road, while we can more or less zone out on a paved road watching the white line go by.
We weighed both options carefully with the memories of our last shortcut still fresh in our minds.
In the end, we went with Robert Frost:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.