Here's the end of the road, image-wise. We met up with my good friend Dan in Centrailia, took in
the apocalyptic former town, and headed to a hotel somewhere between Centrailia and Scranton
where we celebrated a highly successful journey with a couple of brews. On August 5, we drove
straight through to Worcester, where it is now January and somehow more apocalyptic than
Centrailia. My wanderlust has kicked in again, hard. I miss the road.