As I recall, someone who did a big ride across America through here wrote that people used to kill themselves, really, when confronted with driving wagons across endless treks of sameness and nothingness.
Dust. Wind. Thirst. Mud. Flash floods. Impassable peaks. Hunger. Unfriendlies. Disease. No WiFi. It makes perfect sense to me.
It's beyond me to describe this place. Ever-changing. Hilly. Flat. Vast beyond my camera to capture. Boring. Suddenly exciting.
As I recall, someone who did a big ride across America through here wrote that people used to kill themselves, really, when confronted with driving wagons across endless treks of sameness and nothingness.
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