Good pictures tell a story with no need of a narrative and say so much more than words can.

Still, There are things to be said.

A desk tells so much about the couple who share it.

Something needs to be said about a scary message on the back of a pickup truck at a gas station stop, but I can’t think what to say.

Putting my feet up on my boat and bird-watching in the rocking chair from the front window say a lot about who I am becoming.

Where but in the Badlands of Eastern Oregon would you find a rest stop with an area to exercise your horses?

There were many signs I didn’t slow enough down to photograph.

And mountains and canyons too many to name them all.

Wisely driving through SLC mid-day on a Saturday, I laughed at a sign that read “Modest Attire for Brides and Moms,” followed shortly by a sign advertising an “adult shop.”

Out in Eastern Oregon, BLM does not stand for “Black Lives Matter.” (You’ll never see a black face out there.) But I did see signs that read “Support the Hammonds,” and “This is your public land.”

Moving safely with the flow of traffic (Read: 80 mph and the occasional ranch vehicle.) I caught glimpses of  Rattlesnake Road, Road Kill Ranch, and  next gas 99 miles.

Finally, proof of a 2310 road trip.  Too much fun.