I stopped to relieve myself and got this photo:

The rest of the way, I snapped photos through the front windshield:

Burning that gasoline … and admittedly, I enjoy doing it, meaning, driving a car on desolate roads of the American west, where the landscape soaks up any thoughts you care to conjure in your mind, and then it kind of swallows them whole, reminding you that, most things probably are not all that important.

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