I DON’T know what’s out there. For thousands and thousands of miles, this was all I saw. It was the Twilight Zone. Not a single gas station. No homes to be found. Not even road kill. I couldn’t tell what was on the vast swaths of land on either side of the highway, other than a sparse/occasional stand of almond trees. Don’t take the bait… no exit to Utica… stay on I5.
I had seven months to plan the trip to Albuquerque for the Balloon Fiesta (said to be the #1 ticket in the Airstream rally circuit). I wonder if God laughed when an email arrived at 6:30pm on Christmas Eve about the Rose Bowl Parade (the “#2...