One of the things I actually like most about riding is the solitude. When you are on the bike, you are alone with your thoughts, and while you might be traveling with someone or a group, you are all by yourself on the bike, and isolated from your traveling companions for hours at a time -- especially if you choose to ride without communications gear as I do. Out in the far West the towns are far apart, and the traffic sparse, and at times the sky dominates the horizon and you literally can get lost in time and space -- just enjoying the solitude for it's own sake.
Like this picture -- riding west on US-12 in the high prairie of eastern Washington. The sun is shining, the fresh wheat fields just harvested, and the road is my own.
Got to love it! Although I'm almost home, I have to confess as well that as we pulled into Lewiston, Idaho, and passed a junction for US-93 South – which goes south through Idaho, and into Nevada and Arizona, and a road I took back in May on a solo bike trip, I thought, Hmmm, maybe we don’t need to go home after all.