I've seen the Balroc. Today we drove the sketchiest highway in the United States: 176 across southeastern New Mexico into west Texas. 200 marginally paved miles through oil wells, some actively burning, passing special bulk fluid tankers destined for WIPP. Yes, that is a fucking nuclear waste storage facility. I can't really express how horrifying and exhausting...but hey cheer up! When you get through that you only have another 200 miles of west Texas to go.

We saw a stockyard fronted by a steak house in Texas. As I said, out here its good common sense.

Crying is the antidote to anxiety. Just let it all out, honey. We'll be home soon.

"Well, face air is better than derriere." ~Dear Girl