National Geographic : 1992 Dec
of Route 14b ' 4i, By MICHAEL PARFIT io Photographs by CHRIS JOHNS .. DRIVE HIGHWAY 93," the bumper sticker reads. "Pray for me." It was printed in the seventies, and, like the road, it's frayed. You see it on old cars, but you see more old cars on this road than on the broad, sterile interstates that float across the country hardly touching the land. This is High way 93, a tough two-lane blacktop that runs 1,860 miles from a car wash and a liquor store in Phoenix, Arizona, to the Canadian National Railway yard in Jasper, Alberta-long, narrow, dangerous, magnificent; in hard con tact with America all the way. I drive 93. All the time. I live on it in Mon tana. I've lived on it in Idaho. I've worn out six cars on it. I fly up and down it in my old Cessna. I ride it in buses and in the odd vehicles that pass for buses around here. I've even gone down it in an ambulance, flat out on a gurney, hanging on for dear life to the Cowboy Cheth Wallin works 14-hour days in south-central Nevada. On the long rugged road between Arizona and Alberta, folks earn theirspurs the tough way.