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Well, too late to turn back now. Sometimes that was the hardest part, knowing that no matter what, the next 55 hours would be spent on the same seats in similar buses on the same road. I guess there was maybe something profund to be learned on that, but the way my backside ached must have distracted me from it. Though by the time I shot this one, it probably wasn't too painful. Yet.

Listening to the copy of Kraftwerk's Trans Europe Express I'd bought in San Francisco earlier that month helped, though. Endless, endless.

In the Trans Canada Highway photo essay.