I'm still processing some of the great lessons I learned on this cross-country drive. I was about to declare moral bankruptcy, and the change of scenery and great company really cleaned the cobwebs from my head. I do sometimes have flashbacks about the perils of driving into winter in the badlands.
Then, there's the perils of driving through Ceour D'Alene Idaho and the white supremecist capital of this great nation. Some scary sights were seen.
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I consider road trips therapy, which are about the cost of professional therapy, though they are much more fun with all that new scenery, food, drink and so forth. Even when traveling through parts of the South where invitations to church are the first item of conversation. I am still comfortable. My speech, skin tone and general demeanor act as passport.
Dude, that's a cool picture of the SUV with deer.
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