I dropped Garrick off at LAX last night and everything went according to plan...except that the newly opened, LAX branch of the World Famous Pink's restaurant was closed, so the sendoff was a little less greasy, bacon-y, chili-cheese-dog-y than we had originally intended. Can you find bacon chili cheese dogs in Mongolia?...probably not. So with the wise words of, "Don't run into any yaks...but if you see one, for God's sake, man, take a photo!" I left him in the hands of China Airlines. One backpack and a relatively small duffel bag just doesn't seem like enough gear for weeks on the road in the middle of nowhere, but that's what he's got. That, and a full helping of wits, gumption, mechanical aptitude and what the old-timers would call "horse sense".
He'll be fine.
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