I drove 400+ miles today from Richland to ... somewhere ... I honestly don’t know where I am, other than I’m in a motel by the highway just shy of Twin Falls, ID.
She hasn’t burned a drop of oil and she LOVES the 80 mph speed limit in Idaho. She wants to run.
Once I got past Dead Man’s Pass onto the flatlands, I could relax and enjoy the cruise as the sun set in the distance.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.
It doesn’t take much to get me off the Interstate. I’ll take U.S. or State Highways any day. County roads are even better.
I knew I was speeding. I had been on this two-lane blacktop since New Mexico and rarely saw a car
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