I woke up in Moab and headed home through landscape that looked not-of-this-world. I completed some kind of karmic circle by stopping for gasoline in Brigham City where I spent the first night of this trip. I continued driving until I could drive no more, but this time I stopped not because I was exhausted. I stopped because I could no longer see.
Throughout the trip I was concerned and alert about hitting an animal -- a deer, a squirrel, an armadillo, a rabbit -- all plausible hits. Unfortunately, I hit and killed no fewer than 2000 bugs.
