05/15/2025
White Rim: a love letter to Type II fun.
120 miles. 9L of water (which disappeared faster than my calories).
Bags breaking every 10 miles like they were contractually obligated to.dwyer.3 and I offering our stomachs to the gods of heat exhaustion.
, steady as ever, with a singular baguette he carried like a prized relic —
until half of it vanished into the desert like a carb-based offering.
We rode until vertigo felt like clarity, slept on the side of the road
like stray dogs in a Steinbeck novel, and lived off tuna and instant rice
with the dignity of feral kings.
Dust in every pore. Joy in every mile of hell.
A trip where surviving was the living.
12/10 would die out there again.
Shoutout to the crew — .dwyer.3 for grinding it out like legends 🤘🏼