One of my favorite things about going to my parents' house is the road trip en route. We chat, listen to music, and watch the scenery fly by as Guiri snuggles on the center console. It's just so peaceful and long-distance driving feels quintessentially American. We make our obligatory Dairy Queen stop at the start of our trips to Vegas, and then sit back for long, empty stretches of desert with nothing to see except cacti, kitschy diners, tumbleweed, aged casinos, and the occasional ramshackle desert house. I love the warmth as the sun beats through the windshield and how there is a grittiness in your hair when you stop for gas, the dry wind gusting all around you. There is something magical there.
Nice pictures.
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