Elvis has left the building

My copilot Rion and I are on the way as of 13:40. Next stop, Flagstaff.

It’s a strange feeling realizing that I will never be driving some of these roads and freeways again. It’s not that I’ll miss traffic, but just a strange feeling.

With bluegrass blasting, we begin the journey.

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