June 28th, 2015.
I’m sitting in the back this time. Since at our furthest point West we’re actually splitting up with Heather continuing on to Reno, NV and Kristen and I turning back
June 27th, 2006.
Today I heard my first cicada of the year. It whined on like some horrible invasion and then vanished, embarassed when no-one joined in. That, to me, is the sound