When I woke up way way early the next morning because the sun was shining and because the noisy diesel trucks were themselves stirring, I wandered to the rest stop washroom to brush my teeth. I ate Yiling's sandwich sitting on my haunches watching the railroad track in the distance, hoping to catch site of another train and catch pictures of it. Nope. On my way back to the car I got a picture of someone sleeping astride a motorcycle. Someone more tired than I was. Then I was off, on the road again. I found it necessary to grab another nap along the way so as not to have a bad time crashing the car in to something for lack of sleep the night before.
Climbing the summit of a Mountain in East Utah in third gear because I'd exhausted the battery way early on down the grade, windows all the way down, the whistling wind accompanying the Grateful Dead, "Truckin'" I thought, now this is the spirit. I remarked as much to an impertinent cell call as I made the grade and prepared to roll back down the hill and charge the poor batteries some.
Made my way through Nevada and Utah and set up on a picnic table at a Wyoming rest stop underneath a better shelter and had a better night's sleep.
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