The next day was overcast and chilled. We had about 130 miles of the "I" between us and the next real dirt track. Being that we were doing almost any thing to stay off the "I", this became a day of challenging path finding. There was no clear track that we could find on any of our maps that would get us the whole way, so . . . we started on a small power-line service road, dodging the leavings of those that couldn't find the local transfer station, until it turned into private land.
A little more poking around and we found an abandoned rail-line that had some tracks following it . . . off we go!
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It was good for a while, some washed out crossings but nothing big.