Nowhere Utah
I passed out a couple dozen miles past Bliss and awoke to find myself in the middle of nowhere. Sam was tugging hard at the duffel bag we would carry Buddha along in and mumbling somthing about making it to the tracks on time. There seemed to be nothing in every direction aside from a little red building next to the parking lot. It turned out that for some reason Sam had taken us to the Golden Spike National Monument where they put the last spike in the trans-continental railroad. After the picture and a few inquires with the septagenarian Park attendant, we learned that the spike had been moved to Stanford for safe keeping back in the fifties.
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