120 Hours in Death Valley
October 18th 2008 8664 hours to go...
The mountains that trap me in this vast plane of salt and sand smile down upon me. Sometimes sinister, always coloful, inevitably stark and empty smiles. The wind is panting and hissing. The moon is rising over
fading hills, blotting out the stars.
I arrived back in Vegas slightly hungover on Saturday morning. I rolled my bag full of what remained of my life in Portland
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