I don’t know if you’ve ever driven through Wyoming,...

I don’t know if you’ve ever driven through Wyoming, but I wouldn’t recommend it, unless you like austere beauty.

There is nothing sumptuous about it at all. It’s barren and empty. Lonely. I imagine that the world has come to an end and there are only a handfull of people left and my name is Mad Max. Mad Max Mike.

Off to my right is mountains, but they didn’t put the road there. They put it down here, in a cold desert. Not at all mountainous. It aspires to bumpy. I wish I had a more photographic personality, so I would take lots of pictures for you guys, but it just ain’t in my nature. I’ve always been a word guy. When I was a single father of a small boy, relatives got me a camcorder (it was the 90s), but I never even took it out of the box. Some parents, I noticed, were so busy documenting what their children did that they had no time to see it. I snapped a few pictures of Hadrian here and there, sure, but not a whole lot.

Still, I like Wyoming. It looks different from where I was, which, really, is all I’m asking of our planet right now.