By now I’m only a couple of klicks from the southern border crossing into the Salish-Shidhe nation, which means lights and border patrols and much more attention and activity than I want to face at the moment. So I slow down and cruise the bike through the next break in the concrete divider between the two sides of the highway. Then I crack the throttle wide open and head north again. Since I don’t know where the frag I’m going, any direction is just as good at getting me there.