Between friends
I had to laugh at the road signs on I-70 leaving Colorado. In one breath, they warn you of falling rocks, avalanches, runaway trucks and scenic views ahead. As if you’re going to stop after all that. I didn’t. I blasted right past Vail, watching the landscape turn from lush green to parched desert until I crossed the Utah border and looked back on the valley from which I came. It was a hard two days of driving to get to Prescott, Ariz., where I am now going to spend a little time with friends after about 48 hours of solitary time with the mesas and rocks and bright red moonscapes outside my window between here and Boulder. These are just a few things I saw.
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I love that one of Rennie. Aw.
Cowboys! Don’t see too many of those on the island
Love the b&w shot of cowboys and mesas, like something out of a John Ford movie!
I hope you have a filled 5-gallon gas can on you somewhere…
You should have seen them up close. So, that 5-gallon gas can is not a bad idea…