Fire Pit
Everyone's ol' buddy, Earl, burns some trash in the fire ring between two buildings in the Motel 6 Complex. That building behind Earl is the one I live in although you can't see my door in this picture. It's about three doors to the right. Note Earl's got a winter supply of firewood... it's dwindling now cuz he hasn't agressively stocked it since it's been too hot for fires, but this area and Earl's efforts provided much needed sanity and relaxation during this trip. Though I wouldn't ever consider it the best substitute for a porch, my memories of it are already indelible.
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