I must have passed ten small town barbecue joints and more family ranches than I can count. The cool air blows through my open windows as the speed limits constantly change though single-stoplight towns.
Bubbles float through the air at the stage grounds of the Utopia Festival, a colorfully dressed girl filling the air with a plastic bottle of soap and a wand. There’s a man admiring the shiny-reflective balls while they burst into the campers. His jester style Cat-in-the-Hat headwear nods along as the music begins.
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