In-flight, I awaken over the Arizona desert. The cracked, rusty ground unfolds to the horizon, and endless seams of plateaus and valleys melt into a mist of dust.
Eventually the valleys give way to hills and mountains rising from the ground. Recently I have discussed a Southwestern road trip with several people. This brief arial preview validates and bolsters this notion. Who's in?
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dude, me. seriously. also, game night at our place very soon. I gave Kate "Settlers fo Catan" for her birthday.
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