Pictures from our cross-country journey

At Penny's diner in Green River, Wyoming

After fueling up at everybody’s favorite gas station in Iowa
Ginnie C over, truck-drivin’ woman

Our rig: a 26 foot diesel truck with the bug riding on a trailer, at our first rest stop in Iowa

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