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As Logan drives through the night, he doesn't brood. He doesn't think about much of anything except the road and the music he's got on at the moment (Kings of Leon, at the moment) blaring on the stereo. He fails to notice when the desert of Southern California turns into the desert of Nevada, ignores the exit sign for Las Vegas, and tunes out the dramatic landscapes of Utah.
He misses Colorado's mountains almost entirely, driving through the dark until he hits the high plains in the wee hours of the morning.
Logan stops in Kansas, checking into a motel near Goodland, Kansas, home of 6,102 souls. He'd hoped to get to further in Kansas before stopping, but he can't keep his eyes open anymore. He's lucky there hasn't been precipitation in the past few weeks, keeping the roads clear of black ice, but he doesn't want to push his luck.
In the morning, he awakens refreshed, still not thinking about the reason he's on a cross-country trip, the things he's running from. There will be time enough to get to them later on the trip. For now, the mindlessness of the highway is all he wants.
Logan takes a moment, though, to look at the plains. He'd never been there before, and it had its own stark beauty. The light in particular is just gorgeous, making everything look like it's been touched in rosy gold. He heads back into the motel to drop off his key before he starts off once again.
He misses Colorado's mountains almost entirely, driving through the dark until he hits the high plains in the wee hours of the morning.
Logan stops in Kansas, checking into a motel near Goodland, Kansas, home of 6,102 souls. He'd hoped to get to further in Kansas before stopping, but he can't keep his eyes open anymore. He's lucky there hasn't been precipitation in the past few weeks, keeping the roads clear of black ice, but he doesn't want to push his luck.
In the morning, he awakens refreshed, still not thinking about the reason he's on a cross-country trip, the things he's running from. There will be time enough to get to them later on the trip. For now, the mindlessness of the highway is all he wants.
Logan takes a moment, though, to look at the plains. He'd never been there before, and it had its own stark beauty. The light in particular is just gorgeous, making everything look like it's been touched in rosy gold. He heads back into the motel to drop off his key before he starts off once again.
