Past Brisay, the last 90km are where the adventure truly begins. The road is much narrower, and it gets quite rough. Not the kind of rough that you need high clearance for…but intead, the kind of rough that rattles everything. You could drive a car on this, but I would be seriously worried about shredding regular tires. Before Brisay, I was going between 60 and 80 kph. On the last stretch I was going 30-40.
As there are no public services at Brisay, the last gas station is Mirage, which meant I had to go approximately 315km to the end, and then make it all the way back. Plus any extra exploring. That’s beyond the Jeep’s range. There’s nothing quite as epic as needing to carry extra fuel. I was carrying 40 litres extra…in the end I only really needed an extra 10 litres…but better to be safe than sorry when it comes to gas out here. After all the various trials of the trip, this part when smoothly. Thankfully.
This was what I had imagined. It was what I was after when I headed out down the Trans-Taiga. True remoteness. Close to the end it had started lightly raining, which just made the hills look more epic. The road was kind of sandy at this point and there were a few soft spots.
I can’t say I have any great stories from this bit of road…rather I simply experienced it. It was awesome. After the various trials before this point, everything just came together for a perfect ending.