
Wandering through barren, scorched earth. Heavy load, as always (ultralight is a myth, albeit a good one). Innumerable mounds of red & white dirt, like a thousand pulverized middle schools and a few fire departments. Too bad our antiquated educational system was left firmly intact. Rivers of sand...a few wildflowers (probably named and boxed up, like the rest of us) popping through the desolation. Ranger was actually named Fozzy, "yes, with a 'y'" as he explained on the phone.
Rendezvous, Flagstaff, AZ. Good place for good caffeine and music. Broken Social Scene, Tortoise, Thievery Corporation, and other such snobby stuff.
Needles, CA is like Hell, but smells better.
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