westward travel ...

 

Here is when I'm happy.  When my compass shows me I'm heading west.  I love the West.

 

Driving off into the sunset.  With so many dead bugs squished on my windshield, it's starting to hurt my gas mileage.

 

More of the sunset, as seen from the Dairy Queen where I stop for dinner, but where I don't eat.  They don't have the Buffalo chicken strip basket on their menu.

 

My $27 dollar motel room in Nebraska.  Woohoo!

 

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