I have little to show for my 14th cross-country drive. I-80, the northern route, is a mind-numbing bore. Fast, yes, but excruciatingly uneventful.
Bad weather provided the only suspense, as in “Am I gonna make it, Lord?”
Photo ops were far and few between. I expected to snap some strange road signs, but nothing really weird appeared. I took one trite, touristy shot at the Utah border (above). Add a coyote and you’d have a decent postcard.
Oh well, the important thing is I’m back in northern California, and Zoom Street has a new home with a wrap-around deck and a gorgeous view.
And we’re right near the lake…
Gone fishin’, more later.