In the 1990s, when I lived in Tucson, I used to make the 400-mile drive to Las Vegas pretty regularly to visit my family. Up I-10 to I-17, then across the Carefree Highway to U.S. 93, a winding, mostly two-lane road that went through the jagged cliffs and parched arroyos of an especially barren reach of the Sonoran Desert. It was the sort of road that was lined with white crosses to mark the traffic fatalities.
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Nothing, Arizona
Nothing, Arizona
In the 1990s, when I lived in Tucson, I used to make the 400-mile drive to Las Vegas pretty regularly to visit my family. Up I-10 to I-17, then across the Carefree Highway to U.S. 93, a winding, mostly two-lane road that went through the jagged cliffs and parched arroyos of an especially barren reach of the Sonoran Desert. It was the sort of road that was lined with white crosses to mark the traffic fatalities.