Note: Today’s dispatch is chronologically out of order because time is elastic.
We could’ve gone to Ivanpah but I turned west for the dunes. What were my excuses? “It’d be too hot,” and “What if we melt?” and “Birds literally singe out of the air,” I said, rattling off a list of informed if not paranoid takes. I thought of all the dead bodies in the Moja…
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