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Thursday, April 21, 2011
No yellow brick roads
But plenty of yellow grass. And plenty of irrigation machines and oil wells.
The photo above shows the view I had as we drove away from last night's canyon-top campsite. Heaps of dust rising from the dirt road as we depart -- take a look in the rearview mirror.
After a night of dry camping, we were ready for electricity and plentiful water, so stopped at a 'proper' RV park. Cutesy as anything, everything is Wizard of Oz, right down to "Auntie Em's Laundry".
Cutesy or not, tomorrow will be another day for moving on.
Wasn't it Horace Greeley who said, "Go East, young man!" Or something along those lines...
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