The so-called gravel road was actually small boulders. OK, very small boulders, from ping pong ball to baseball in size, but they were all kinds of jagged though. If the truck didn’t have pre-Reagan military tires we never would have made it through.
Now we are here, wherever here is. It’s not so much a nameable place as just the end of the road. The sunset over the empty desert was almost worth the trip alone. Spent the whole night digging and half the day filling in the hole. Now I get to go home. Gonna be lonely without her.
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