is dis nevada?
ive been in nevada on roads kind of like this. the best was the stops at the gas stations where the people often were fuckwierd. and also the towns we passed that looked like they’d been dragged out of some sad version of Fallout 2. kick’d ass.
only place with awesomer road is russia i guess? with their roads as wide as some roads are long and as long as some roads hm.. shit. long.
I have driven this road three times. Once the clouds and the sunlight were in just the right position to reflect the red color of the rocks and soil onto the bottoms of the clouds, turning them red. Like the indian chief’s name, Red Cloud. I also learned that if you ever get that red mud on your tent the red stains will be there until after the second coming of Christ, or longer. The indians used it for red dye.
I have never been to a place like this.
This picture kicks some serious ass. I wanna go to mile 13.
Same. I also wanna drag race people at mile 13 with my STI 😀
Reminds my of the scene from Old Country where Anton pulls the one guy over and uses the cattle killing bolt thingy on him.
Oh Southwest.
I’ve been here. And there’s a sign that says “Emergency Parking Only”
Like there’s any reason to stop. NOTHING THERE!
You could be some jerk who stops to take a picture.
I do sometimes forget that parts of the southwest are really pretty. But I still want to move out of here post-haste.
Monument Valley, amirite?
is dis nevada?
ive been in nevada on roads kind of like this. the best was the stops at the gas stations where the people often were fuckwierd. and also the towns we passed that looked like they’d been dragged out of some sad version of Fallout 2. kick’d ass.
only place with awesomer road is russia i guess? with their roads as wide as some roads are long and as long as some roads hm.. shit. long.
YOU’RE ALL WRONG
this is bat country
Reboot nailed it — Monument Valley, Arizona.
Mucho cowboy flicks made there in 1930’s-40’s.
WE CAN’T STOP HERE!
I have driven this road three times. Once the clouds and the sunlight were in just the right position to reflect the red color of the rocks and soil onto the bottoms of the clouds, turning them red. Like the indian chief’s name, Red Cloud. I also learned that if you ever get that red mud on your tent the red stains will be there until after the second coming of Christ, or longer. The indians used it for red dye.