Bakersfield, CA
This is where I ended up after a fruitful month in Seattle that culminated with a 16 hour trek south to drop off a friend in the Sequoia National park at an elevation of 8,200 ft. It was the end of the line for my nerves, and right now a bath and a whiskey would be preferred to the reality of the 2,800 miles that lie ahead. Have a ton to post. Have a ton to decompress. For now, I head toward Barstow. Following the route that the great Hunter S,. Thompson took to get to Vegas with the big Samoan in tow. Like him, I bought the ticket and took the ride. And life seems more and more mysterious with every mile driven.
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