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After a bla meal at McDonald's, I settle in for an evening of TV and writing notes in my brick-walled room

2325-brick.jpg A billboard next to the Searchlight motel advertises a "luxury" motel elsewhereThumbnailsBreakfast in Searchlight means McDonald's again (ugh); I admire the old Colton Mine headframe on the way back to my motel roomA billboard next to the Searchlight motel advertises a "luxury" motel elsewhereThumbnailsBreakfast in Searchlight means McDonald's again (ugh); I admire the old Colton Mine headframe on the way back to my motel roomA billboard next to the Searchlight motel advertises a "luxury" motel elsewhereThumbnailsBreakfast in Searchlight means McDonald's again (ugh); I admire the old Colton Mine headframe on the way back to my motel roomA billboard next to the Searchlight motel advertises a "luxury" motel elsewhereThumbnailsBreakfast in Searchlight means McDonald's again (ugh); I admire the old Colton Mine headframe on the way back to my motel roomA billboard next to the Searchlight motel advertises a "luxury" motel elsewhereThumbnailsBreakfast in Searchlight means McDonald's again (ugh); I admire the old Colton Mine headframe on the way back to my motel room

It's hard to get a special order done right at McD's! Watching TV is always strange, since I rarely do it. I recharge my phone, send a few messages, hand-wash a few clothes, and sip Newcastle beer. My room cools down nicely overnight; I sleep well.