The next day, however was where I learned my plans were even less solid than I thought. It turns out that the Petrified Forest (among many other national parks on my list) doesn’t actually have campgrounds. Not really sure where I was going to sleep that night, I hopped on my bike and headed south to Arizona, figuring I'd magically develop a plan. I rode some beautiful roads on the way through Zion, taking the 89, then veering off to the 89A when the highway forked. I ended up on an unexpected cruise through Kaibab forest, up through chilly mountain roads still speckled with snow, then down to an epic view of the vermilion cliffs. I kept going through to Flagstaff, AZ, then continued down the 40 convinced I would still go to the Petrified Forest but still not sure where I’d sleep. But as the day wore on, I realized that wasn’t going to happen in daylight. I veered off course in favor of a campground in Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest, which ended up being a very paved and commercial state park. Not the prettiest or most affordable, but it was a safe place to sleep after over 400 miles on the bike, so I’ll take it.