Out in western Kansas, tumbleweeds seem to outnumber gas stations by a million to one. I was in tumbleweed country, with a quarter-tank of gas and who-knew-how-many-miles to go before I could sleep in something other than my car. When I saw the metal building with its gravel parking lot and a pair of pickups […]

via Tumbleweed Traveling — The Task at Hand

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