Price, Utah and we're still not there. It's been 27 hrs and we still have a 2-3 more to go. We still have to stop for gas and dinner one more time.

We had to stop at a playgrounds to stop the screaming from the 2 year old.

I've never driven through New Mexico and seen the way the Native Americans live, in complete abject poverty, and not been profoundly grateful for my blessings. They don't live like that for a few years till they rise up the corporate ladder. They live like that generation after generation. Entire towns of trailer homes are crumbling to the ground and the only sign of money or hope are the government buildings like schools and hospitals and the casino that both saves them and dooms them.

Stopped at Hole N' the Rock, Utah. A middle-aged couple blasted an entire house out of the side of the mountain and lived there. They built 14 rooms over 20 years. They chiseled the stone of their entire home, ceilings, floors and walls by hand. How's that work WORKING for shelter? She lived there alone for over 15 years after her husband died and built the bathroom herself while in her 60s. Now, it's a bitchen tourist trap.

Gratitude.

Are we there yet?

How much longer?