Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Well. Here we are. Home again home again jiggity jig.

1700 miles later and we're still speaking to each other. It was fun, actually. The car is great, no problems. We had a loose battery cable at one point and the car was just dead. But Mark fixed it and all was well. We did a lot of silly stuff and took a lot of stupid pictures. We hit every thrift store we could find. Most of the towns we meandered through were ropy at best. Some were downright scary. I don't feel like pouring out details, maybe later.

I have decided however that there is no logical reason for Kansas to exist.


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