Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

Eleven
After a lot of ‘come back some time’ and ‘have fun, you
guys’ from John and some morning traffic jams around
Denver, we head west through the burned desolation of
Colorado and Utah in our little air conditioned dome.
Outside the dome the air is so hot that we bridge the distances
to a Starbucks or diner with groping gestures and
surprised cries. “Wow!” The warm wind blows the sweat
right off our arms.
In the evening we stop over in Green River, about four
hundred miles west of Denver and one of the few places
along Interstate 70 that’s mentioned in our Lonely Planet.
Rightly so, because this is the first place with food and a
bed after about a hundred miles of solitude. And because
it is a classic example of the contemporary version of a
western town. Wide road from start to finish. Shops with
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