
Maybe the mudwings did come in handy once — in West Texas, as Bill and I drove toward Big Bend National Park (a few days before we picked up Hank in NM). There be giant millipedes. Covering the highway. More numerous than pancakes!
Three friends hit the road the summer after high school, 1973. 25 states, two months, three sunburned left arms, one smelly canvas tent, two printed cards illustrating the deaf alphabet, 721 armadillos, 39,438 pancakes.
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