Driving Through Panamint Valley Felt Like Stalling Out
Route 190 in Panamint Valley isn’t the kind of road you brag about. It’s a strip of heat and silence, mountains pressed flat by the sun. I thought the emptiness would clear my head, but all it did was amplify the static.
There’s no cell signal, just the hum of your own thoughts and the engine’s uncertainty. I pulled over once, convinced I’d missed something—a sign, a turn, a reason to keep going. But it was just me, the dust, and the realization that sometimes you drive for hours and end up exactly where you started, only more tired.
No revelation. Just the truth that not every road trip is a reset. Sometimes it’s just another stretch of nowhere, and that’s okay.
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