Noel examining the folk art tree. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to walk over to the other side of the highway (in the background); it was equally impressive, if not as spectacular. A railroad embankment paralleled the road for at least five or six miles, and locals had painstakingly arranged the black and white rocks nearby into a constant stream of graffiti. I could've sworn I saw one that dated from '63 (Noel was driving this leg). Who knows how many years of local history that represented?