i’m up earlier than i feel like being up. this room was freezing last night. ironic since it was still over 100 when i pulled in at 9 o’clock last night. maybe i’ll get a jump on the heat today. when you’re driving across country on the southern path during a heatwave in a 1993 ford escort packed to the gills, morning and night travel make the most sense. i should probably stop at hotels and sleep through the middle of the day and drive on the edges. housekeeping schedules would fuck me.
there’s a drive-thru starbucks next door to this piece of shit motel. i need something big and iced. i’ll drive as far as i can through the burning desert today. not many sights along the way. i still miss topanga something fierce. lefty is growling at the sounds this place makes. i don’t blame him.
here’s some shots from the trip from casa grande to pecos, tx.
what is this thing?
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