Sorry for the delay, these past couple of days were intense. I left liberal, KS at 8:30am and headed to Boise City, OK. I was so excited to get out of the state of Oklahoma, I think I was wide open to the state line. The last 5 miles in Oklahoma were the absolute worst. I passed by this farmers house and the road turned to sand. When I mean sand, I mean Florida on the gulf kind of sand. It stopped the bike dead in its tracts and flung me over the left side of my handlebar. I had just lost my gas cap vent tube so fuel was pouring all over my leg. I got up as fast as I could and managed to get the bike upright and I walked it out. The road turned into a one way road covered in sand. 
It ended up being easier than I thought and I got through this section pretty quickly. I’m beyond impressed to know guys before me have gotten through on giant BMW’s and 1,000 pound machines. The very last road leading to the border was completely flooded (of course). 
I noticed some motorcycle tire tracks veering off to the right into the field and thought I might as well follow them. The field was nothing but sand. Either way, I’ll take sand over mud any day. The tracks led around the flooded mess and took me to yet another flooded road. 
I followed the same tracks and it got me around successfully. It was really cool to see tracks from the guys that were ahead of me. Made me feel like I wasn’t the only freaking person out here. It also looked like they had some trouble with the mud. I’m just happy I didn’t have to deal with it much.
I finally got through all the crap and made it to New Mexico. I’ve never felt such relief and happiness to get out of Oklahoma. I stopped right when I crossed the border to try to get a picture of how significant that moment was to me. (It’s a little crooked from trying to level an iPhone on a dirt bike fender)
I headed straight towards the mountains and started to finally not feel so damn hot. I came across an old house that was legitimately in the middle of no where. So naturally I had to check it out. 
Shortly thereafter, I made it to the mountains and had my first taste of some serious trails. It started to rain on me but right when I got over my first mini mountain, it was nothing but beauty. 
I rolled into Trinidad, CO around 8pm and found a single room in an Airbnb. I MADE IT TO COLORADO!!
Walker Benz ADV 