...all to feed the ego of an armchair hydrologist. I was pulling a trailer with two 6-wheel survey buggies inside. The sub-surface imaging data from the target in Idaho I had already sent back to the lab via modem. Now I was white-knuckling myself and the equipment in a blizzard, until I was detoured off the highway towards the Great Salt Lake. What the hell, I was on an expense account. I stopped for the night and had a heated indoor pool all to myself. For all I knew, I was the only real person in the state of Utah. The rest were fleeting ghosts that occupied the reservoir of my head.



About the author:
Derek White has other new work in Diagram, Potion, Tarpaulin Sky, BlazeVOX, Call: Review, perspektive, Eclectica and elsewhere. He has some collected works and collaborations available from his own Calamari Press and edits SleepingFish magazine.

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