Kelsey’s dog, panting with her sick breath over my shoulder for the entire trip.

Tumbleweeds–my first one! Kelsey wouldn’t let me take it in the car with me.

Swirling, dry snow–almost ash-like.

Same crappy, pre-heated gas station food. A red gas station sign in the cold, cloudless air. My nose burning from the cold.

Fences in Wyoming to help the snow pile up.

“I don’t know what we passed, but it was BIG. And dead.”

Red pleather seats in Malta’s pizza shop.

Huddled in the Blazer, changing in the car and laughing to the point of terrified tears.