Eastward, ho.
The air is too clean, everything is too big, and like most people in this small town of 16,000 in Wyoming where you can climb rocks all day, at this moment I have no idea what is going on out beyond the mountains.
Time to face the music. And within hours, we would finally pass by a television.
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