I’m not sure where I’ve been either because I haven’t been anywhere.
From Denver to the corner of Kansas, the country roads that run perpendicular to the highway are given the names of the letters of the alphabet, from A all the way to Z, and then starting at AA all the way to ZZ again. You may see two cars on your way past CC and hitting QQ, but certainly not more than three. I would probably put a gun to my mouth if I had to live on one of these double-lettered barren roads, but for an hour or so, being swallowed by the treeless hills you can believe that us little humans have little effect on the landscape. That makes me feel less guilty of my footprint.We’d be impossible to spot.
And when it gets dark, why, it gets real dark.