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AND BEYOND! Day One Maryland through Indiana 
(Remember what Archimedes said about the lever: "Give me a place to stand and I can move the world;") I felt the same about missing a shot of the Ohio River. Later on I pirated this image.
Ohio is saturated with marshland and lakes, rivers, and streams of various sizes. Farms and pastures dot the landscape. I observed that pick-up trucks boasted guns in their cabs, and there appeared to be no motorcycle helmet law in Ohio. I managed close to 1,000 miles between Saturday and Sunday. I recalled the old Groucho Marx joke: "I just flew in from Chicago. Boy are my arms tired!"
The weather was beautiful, wish you were there. I saw lots of fields. Unfortunately, due to time constraints to reach California, I didn't take many detours. Thus, I have some scenic photos of farmland interspersed with shots of small-town America (just to prove I was there) but I took no photos of the scenery off of the highway.
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By Rudyard Kipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master,
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!