I now know why the Motel 6 in Evanston, Wyoming, is so inexpensive, what with the sexual jumping-jacks in the room above us and the TV noises in the room next to us.
More progress made: 1,541 miles east of Sacramento, 361 songs played, countless rolling hills covered, and two more miserably large states in the rear-view mirror. We left Evanston
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