Friday, August 11, 2006
And into Idaho
These pages were painted in the motel room. I picked up a little piece of pipe (or something round and plastic) in the parking lot to use as a stamp. There were plenty of things laying there. We stayed in the dirtiest motel I've ever been in. We were tired and the others were filled and it was a long way to the next town.
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