End of Day .... Strange Country .... Empty Highway .... Isolation .... Loneleness.

….“The orange turns to dull bronze light and continues to show what it has shown all day long, but now it seems to show it without enthusiasm. Across those dry hills, within those little houses in the distance are people who’ve been there all day long, going about the business of the day, who now find nothing unusual or different in this strange darkening landscape, as we do. If we were to come upon them early in the day they might be curious about us and what we’re here for. But now in the evening they’d just resent our presence. The work day is over. It’s time for supper and family and relaxation and turning inward at home.
….We ride unnoticed down this empty highway through this strange country I’ve never seen before, and now a heavy feeling of isolation and loneliness becomes dominant and my spirits wane with the sun." (Cont. Next)

Two miles North of Indian Valley, ID.
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(Photo = 111-1157cb ...... ZMM Page = 268 ...... WayPt = 294w 3323ft)