So I had driven close to 650 miles and had consummed massive quantities of coffee, the sun was settling into the its resting place on the western horizon and I was 20 to 30 minutes away from Chimney Rock, a marker used by the pioneers along the Oregon Trail. I drive like a mad man, legs crossed (did I mention the amount of coffee I had consummed?) and arrived just in time to watch the last glimmer of sun drop along the shoulder of Chimney Rock. Took a few shots and headed out to find a gas station to fill one tank and empty the other (amazing how this always seems to balance out!). Fortunately there was a station within a few miles of the "Rock".
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