More Badlands.

Badlands.

Badlands.

Badlands.

Four miles outside of Barstow, California.

I was so tired. Don’t remember if this was Wyoming or Idaho. Probably Idaho.

This one is postcard alive But there’s so much taxidermy out here, I’m going crazy! I don’t believe in new taxidermy, btw. But I couldn’t bring Gary, my 3 1/2 foot, 80-year-old emu over the border and my life is not the same without him… I couldn’t even bring Jimmy, my baby emu either…

Sunset. Montana.

Late at night. Driving for 12 hours. I look dead and terrible. And I don’t care at all about Rattlesnakes. Just want to sleep.

Wyoming.

Clouds.

Storm coming. Montana.

Little sun and broken down sign. Montana.

Badlands.