Passages

                          

Damn this road. Bails of hay scatter the plains like childhood dreams. Mile markers like moments of time. Each one logged and accounted for. Driving this interstate is synonymous with life's milestones. The good and the bad. Revelations and lessons learned. I left a mark with a rubber stamp on this damn road. 

Sueno Azule

Back from a trip to Los Cabos, Mexico. Baja. The desert. The place where mountains turn into arroyos and lead to the ocean. Lots of miles on the car with us having only the slightest clue where we were going. Great to see Mexico without the violence and to see native people thriving. Moments of frustration and moments of unexplainable sensory overload. Always an experience. 

 Let's shoot the record wall. 

Let us shoot the record wall. 

We should shoot the record wall. 

so we did