
Two hours and 140 miles south of the great city of
Mickey and I pulled off at exit 56 to gas up and grab a snack at this Burger King. As we walked the short distance from the gas pumps to the restaurant and convenience store, the mountains of
I had to ask myself, "Who lives here?"
Think about it. You're on a road trip, home is behind you, and your destination is in front of you. What else is left? What's in between point A and B? Those small towns that line interstate highways providing you with gas, Red Bull and a release for the last 4 Red Bulls? Where are these places? And more important than that, who lives in the middle of nowhere?
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