I had just finished the loneliest drive: over 150 miles with no phone service. I passed maybe 20 cars and lots of skid marks with large patches of blood and the occasional dead animal on the side of the road. At the first town I encountered—which was Tonopah, Nevada—I stopped for a late lunch, a beer, and a little time to chill. As I was leaving, I saw The Clown Motel and had to stop for a quick photo to send to my mom, who is terrified of clowns. Sorry, Mom.

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