"Did your glasses really just blow right off your head?"
"Yup."
"They're made of fucking metal!"
"This wind is fucking metal."
Arrived in Richland, WA yesterday afternoon; I'll be staying at Gavin's totally-not-a-motel-room apartment for the next few days.
The last couple hundred miles of the drive were through about the most depressing terrain ever.
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