I don't, usually. But today, I grabbed a couple of friends and drove. South. That was the plan.
We drove south until it looked like this:
There was a house every couple of miles, but otherwise it was a quiet, dusty desert. I think we were on a reservation for a little bit, but who knows?
When you drive with no plans, every discovery is a gem. And there's always something.
Like a lush field behind a farm.
Or a burial ground.
Or pretty yellow flowers.
And, what you wanted to see all along. A perfect sunset.
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