Anyway, we pulled over to check out this town with the manifestly good sense of humor. Alas, we saw only a sign that indicated that the running of the sheep was still a few months off; other than that, it was a town in repose. We drifted down quiet unpeopled streets and made only the acquaintance of a mutt named Sparrow.
There was lodging in town, but after conferring briefly (read: not at all), we decided to keep heading west. Nevertheless, we love you, Reed Point.
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