This highway does not have a number or a name, no start, and no end. Some people stumble across it, others get lost trying to find it, and some find it and never get off. Me and six other skate "changos" stumbled across it and stayed on it for 9 wonderful days. Personally, I feel like our drive down that highway was not just a Sunday cruise. It felt more like a search and destroy mission into the Northwest bush. What we searched for was smooth, curved concrete; what we destroyed was our bodies and mental capacities.