When I go up to the Eastern Sierra to go fishing or skiing, I go through a little town in the middle of nowhere out in a remote part of the California desert that has a prison up in the hills above the only crossroads. I always think to myself what a miserable place that must be to be incarcerated. And there is a sign similar to this one on the road that goes by it. I also always think to myself who in the world would pick up someone hitchhiking near this sign. But maybe there are exceptions...
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