Any road trip is doomed, must fail.

If you get off before the end of the road, your journey is incomplete.

And if you chase the road to its end, you'll never complete. For the road goes forever- pushed on by those unhappy with what they are. Like the end of the rainbow, the faster you run along it, the more the end of the road flees from you.

Unless, like us, you get lucky and stumble onto the end of the road. Which we did, in central Wyoming.

The key to finding the end of the road is not to search for it. Which, to the untrained observer, might appear to mean "getting lost".

This road looks like any other road on the map. Except for one small detail- its closed! Not that you'd know of course. We cruised down this thing for miles, not another car is sight, before we found out that it was a one way street.

In any other state, the lack of other cars would have been a dead give away. But Montana is the most under-populated state in the union. So we drove on. blissing out on the plains and the hills all around us. Not having to share the open view with anyone else except each other.

Here's Helen at the end of the road. See the mountain bleeding red behind her because a goat track has been tacked onto the side? See the gate across the road closing the track (just above Helen's right shoulder)? And strangest of all, see Helen grinning like a lunatic at being tricked into this dead-end, miles from anywhere?

Why is Helen so happy to be here, at the end of the road? Well, right next to the end of the road is an old highway fallen into disrepair. If you dared to venture up it, you get two great views. One was the plains we'd just crossed with snow-capped mountains behind. And the other was at our feet.

Helen went nuts over this crumbling road being recaptured by the desert. "St. Liebowitz lives up this road!" she declared, "staff in hand, with mysteries to tell." Her glee wore out the camera. Shots of tiny cacti clawing their way into the middle of the road. Macro-photos of crumbling asphalt. Little videos, panning across the rubble of the ruined road.

Finally the camera was exhausted. Its little "battery low" light came on, pleading for mercy. We left, declaring that we'd retire to this post-apocalyptical hillside in the middle of the desert, at the end of road.