6.36 pm pdt.

We are driving through the arid desert hills of Nevada. There is nothing for miles in any direction, just a two lane road and the occasional opposing vehicle. Today has been devoted to driving. We left Wyoming early this morning and cut through a rather large chunk of Idaho, where I did most of the driving, and now Nevada.

About an hour ago we stopped in the town of Wells. There was a Texaco station, Burger King, and an odd assortment of local haunts, most of which had slot machines worked into them someway. Another thing that I noticed was that they only kind of magazines that Texaco had were three packs of porn. No Newsweek, no Sports Illustrated, just porn, and lots of it.

There is nothing out here, and I feel like working on some poetry, so I will get back to this later.