Here are some excerpts from that journey. Green fields, distant mountains, passing a faded gray barn. Thousands of telephone poles reaching ahead into infinity. Empty cattle cars, fields filled with water like Chinese rice fields, small orange airplane far out above the plains. Emptiness and tranquility.
Sketchbook cover red, wispy, fluttering, floating away.
An armadillo going down the road into the distant mountains across the plain with a cloud in the sky. The sun's bottom edge touches the mountaintop. With the key behind the post, Mike unlocks the three locks on the gate barring the road. It's about midnight. Up and up and up a winding bumpy sandy road, around mountains.