Up reasonably early, chugging water like if it were found on another planet, it would practically guarantee life. This is it. After this, there’s really no turning back. The anxiety is elusive, thankfully, but I know it’s there. So highway 50 to interstate 17 to highway 70 is the plan. Unless I’m extremely lucky, I’ll be sleeping under the stars tonight. Stopping in Fallon against my better judgment. I’ll update a little more then.

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