It was nearly 1am, dark, dusty, cold and quiet when Anton and I made the final transition from dirt to pavement. Eyes blurry and teeth chattering we exchanged a tired glance of acknowledgment that we had officially conquered the 1,217 miles that is the Road of Bones. As the dust settled, both literally and metaphorically, the gravity of what we had accomplished began to set in, but that is not where this story begins. To fully understand and appreciate what we had done we need to reflect back to 7 days in the past.
Road of Bones
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Sir, you have my respect.
Do i understand correctly that after reaching the endpoint your driving buddy Anton did it again the other way to get home again?
I knew you would make it happen. Congrats and great article!
Heck yeah!! Following your travels, specifically through Russia, was edge of the seat for me. I'm so excited to see you & Kayla again.
Way to go Charlie! Congratulations sir. Ain't it going to be great to sleep in your own bed again?