As I trekked across Texas the Murphy's Steakhouse appeared in Winchester like a mirage. On my map, Winchester was a small dot signifying a footprint of civilization that usually translated to a simply crossroads or junction. Murphy's Steakhouse might as well have been a mirage because it was closed on this Sunday as I fought my way across the windy landscapes of Texas. I was crestfallen. Nothing says energy like grilled protein in the form of a juicy steak. I had to settle for a few granola bars. At least I got this cool photo.
Monday, September 26, 2011
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As I trekked across Texas the Murphy's Steakhouse appeared in Winchester like a mirage. On my map, Winchester was a small dot signifying a footprint of civilization that usually translated to a simply crossroads or junction. Murphy's Steakhouse might as well have been a mirage because it was closed on this Sunday as I fought my way across the windy landscapes of Texas. I was crestfallen. Nothing says energy like grilled protein in the form of a juicy steak. I had to settle for a few granola bars. At least I got this cool photo.
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