I'm not exactly sure anymore where Ralls leaves off and Lorenzo begins, but I'll at least be approximate. These images are all Ralls.
We could not drive exactly where we wanted to in Ralls or Lorenzo because melting snow had turned many unpaved roads into mush. These small towns can't afford to do much paving. They really can't afford to do much of anything. Small towns like this are perfect places for an Objectivist to live. Every man for himself. My roads, my wells, my way or the highway. A lot of squalor amid tiny islands of wretched excess. For some, a perfect world. In practice, ugly, but ideologically, pure as driven snow.
On and on we go.
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