The asphalt highway was edged with a smattering of orange and white cones, and the machinery was idle along the shoulder and on the blocked-off lanes where no work was occurring, yet miles of road was torn up in preparation for repaving.
The sun lay on the asphalt and warmed it, but inside the battered Honda minivan the air conditioner struggled to cool the passengers and cargo, the five people and the two mixed-breed dogs, along with the luggage and the cooler full of drinks and the shopping bags stuffed with chips and baby wipes and toy cars and other miscellaneous items collected from the house at the last minute.
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