Into the Desert
“We accept: Cash, Checks, and Pelts”
Now I knew we were getting somewhere. We were two days into our two-week road trip, on our way back from a hike that started at a trailhead seven miles from the last paved road, and I hadn’t seen the sign on the way out because it was on the east side of the building. Now we were heading back west, out of “town,” and this gem couldn’t have not caught my eye. I imagine it reflects normal commerce in this part of the country, where people get their running water from huge drums indiscriminately placed in their front yards next to rusting pick-ups that haven’t moved since who knows when, but for me this was quite literally a sign that I was off of the beaten path.