As the sun sank low in the west, the expedition marched forward.
A herd of cows.
A homestead on the horizon.
Beware of cows.
A long, lonesome train carrying tank cars linked together with pivoting pipes.
Passing through a small town in the middle of nowhere.
The school.
The microwave tower bringing communication with the outside world.
Back on the lonesome highway.
An actual curve in the road!
No flooding on the day we passed through.
Our first ant hill sighting.
