And The List Gets Longer

My oh my, how this trip is scratching my drive-in theater itch. Every day brings more joy, more pleasure. But now running concurrent with this simple pleasure are the new rashes I'm developing, and I only have two hands to scratch with. I now dream of abandoned train trestles, lonely roadside historic markers, small town events like Butter Days and Alfalfa Festivals, and the one that thrills me most of all - the majesty of how we bring energy from one place to another. I am gobsmacked by the bold beauty of these guiding giants.