We more or less decide to head back towards Greg’s place. Not that either of us really want to stop taking pictures, but we were a handful of miles away and there was to be plenty to see on the way back if we took a different route. We ended up passing through capital buildings, courthouses, the sheriff department headquarters, and the loneliness was truly palpable. There was almost nothing anywhere, save the buildings themselves. A cop car made a couple passes by us, I always wave at the cops, they usually wave back. We walk by a door with APE painted on the outside, what it was I have no idea… Possibly the entrance to a super secret crime fighting society? We may never know. The door was locked :( Various closed establishments were also on our way, and a lone sleeping man on a bench.