Sunday, 7 September 2014
We noted a red stripe on our route about 50 miles before we got to it. There was a way around, but it’d take longer than waiting through the red, if it diminished. And it did. We stayed with the highway and got to see the red-creating conditions. Repaving. Under bright artificial lights, as the moon, bright as it was, wouldn’t have illuminated the aborning asphalt.