Many miners had the hope of wealth and longevity, but in the end, they were penniless and broken from the long hours of hard work.
Like these old miners, the only hope these tracks have are the ghosts from years gone by, hoping that someone will come to visit and remember the past.
I, too, am like these remnants of yesteryear, but my tracks are the NESW highway. I am hopeful that just around the corner I come upon the next great photo.
Check out my NESW highway at the next full moon. With a tankful of gas, packed bags, filled icebox, two pairs of socks, and camera in hand, I’m off to the next road trip. With the sun and the wind on my back, I know that I'm alive.
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