Sneaking in another from Sunday, June 21st. Again, this day was much more about the drive itself than the towns I passed through. In between calls home and a call to my dad for Father’s Day, I stopped over and over to grab views of this beautiful state. I loved the windmills out here. They stand as a silent witness to the rare cars that pass by, and they deserve to be seen and acknowledged.
Day Four.
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