Thursday night is our “eat out” night. That usually means we both try to force the other to choose where to eat. SO.MUCH.FUN.
One night I suggested we go to a Mexican spot that just happens to be inside of a truck stop gas station.
Food was good and afterwards we headed west towards the Golden Spike Monument.
Horrible photos with my phone, but it was a beautiful moonrise. This was back in the days when smoke filled the air constantly.
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