The Lonely Road

This is just another repeat of a past blog post - the one where I complain about not having time to write anything because I'm busy driving and sleeping. We're currently on a dedicated run back and forth across the country, on the northern route as I mentioned, taking us along I-80 through the east and then after Chicago, hitting Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Idaho and Washington state.

This photo is from somewhere in the middle of North Dakota. Although it looks desolate, it's not the same desolation that I feel when I'm driving through the states across the Southwest. That area makes me want to slit my wrists. Up here, you see trees and water, birds, a little bit of leftover snow. And cows. Lots of cows. And not the kind of cows that are walking around in their own shit, like in San Antonio, or Anthony, Texas, waiting to go to slaughter. These cows are roaming plains. And pastures. Places with barns and silos. They're happier cows. I can tell. Even if they also eventually become a nice rib eye.

And in North Dakota, we also get to see buffalo (or bison, or whatever they're called). I tried to stop at the Painted Canyon Visitor Center to try to catch them again, but both times I stopped they weren't there. Must be busy grazing in the fields.

So that's about it. One lonely cloud picture for you to know that I'm still out here, alive and kickin'. Hopefully, I'll have time to sit down and write something substantial one of these days for your reading pleasure. Don't go too far away!

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