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Reno, NV

The salt flats outside Reno are where I woke up for the first time in five months. The thrill of an alienscape, ghost-white ground, sonorance of fear and loathing. Take me somewhere new, please, god, and I promise not to breathe. Burley, ID The hot tub at the Best Western was full of people who all seemed to know each other, a lot of them kids—twenty people, thirty. I could hear them laughing even with the window shut, and was surprised by the spreading sadness in my body. I stared into my phone on the maroon flowered bedspread while it got dark outside and wondered if leaving home had been a mistake. Yellowstone, WY I remember the first pullout after we entered Yellowstone, taking off our shoes to wade into the river’s glass-water, every pebble gleaming in ultraresolution. I felt like a hawk, like my eyes had suddenly sharpened. I wanted to disintegrate into sediment and join the current, I wanted to open my mouth and swallow it all. The hotel was on the edge of a steep incline that dropped down into the river rapids. When I’d looked it up on Google Maps the night before, I’d assumed we were going to be right on the riverbank so Sam could fish. Instead, we ended up tromping around in the dry grass on the cliff’s edge, looking for a route down the embankment and just getting stickers in our paws. Note to self: satellite view next time. Bozeman, MT The sky got dark outside Bozeman, black cloud pile-ups like more mountains. Pre-storm weather always feels like life’s about to turn a corner. That was my mood for 3 days: I knew what we used to be, but not what we are now. We were recognizable once, but now we’re animals molting. Everything has been easier to lose than I thought it would be.

In the Cherry River, Sam caught a baby brook trout, a crawfish, a mountain whitefish, and a fever of 102.

Billings, MT In the Best Western lobby, the newspaper on the coffee table said Billings welcomes Q-Anon. At night, we got Popeyes and shared it with the mosquitoes beside the pond.  The next day, we entered the Dakotas, blasted reservations interspersed with small stretches of semi-green until the next reservation. In each non-town, a black plastic water storage tank. Bikers heading home from the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally Superspreader Event kept passing us in mini posses. At a checkpoint, the policewoman motioned to me to roll down the passenger window. 

“Cute dog,” she said, maskless, leaning in to pet Lucy.  Rapid City, SD I kept trying to find a vegetable. Under the Salad header on the hotel menu was a nacho salad and a taco salad. At the bottom of the hill was a store called The Indians. Outside The Indians was a stand selling Trump paraphernalia, staffed by a ten-year-old.  Sioux Falls, SD We hadn’t planned our meals very well. Noon, one, two, and still we hadn’t passed a single place to get food, just miles of dry grassland and fences. New COVID rules: in the reservations, we weren’t legally allowed to exit the car. Finally we hit a tiny town with a general store, a saloon, and a video-store-fry-shack. Sam got a fried burger from the fry-shack, and I bought ham-and-cheese Lunchables from the general store. We ate them in the car and listened to Jalen and Jacoby, voices from a faraway universe. Chicago, IL Long drive, pizza in bed. Lucy hopped in the shower with us, and afterwards we made out in our towels and watched House Hunters International. Ann Arbor, MI I remember the walk back from the river, and how the man we passed knew we were tourists from the way we were watching the birds overhead with reverence. They were just riding the thermals, not flapping or straining. “Turkey eagles,” he said helpfully.