Sometime in Spring, 2oo8
We are driving up the mountain, to the left you can see the entire desert land of New Mexico, to the left, a chain linked barrier protects the mountain from the posibility of a car smashing into it. The right side is beautiful, the road stretches for 20 miles, and you can see to the beginning. There is nothing but yellow sand spotted with green cactucs and dried brush, the wind tests our car, our ears all pop, we are driving at least 120 miles an hour and at this point I would gladly great death for this is why we are alive.
Passing through the peak of the mountain and over to the other side.
The land spreads out before us endlessly, the sun is now behind us, we are ahead of the day, it is beautiful. The land streaches for hundreds of miles spotted with brave new towns, strip malls to house fast food resuraunts for the passing truck drivers, pioneers, and locals who work at the nearby coal mills and textile plants. The car coasts down the mountain with no need for the gas pedal , it doesn't wind like the mountains in the northeast, it drives straight down from the top to the bottom with no need for the gas at all.
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