Here In Dunsmuir
Thursday. Another reasonable night's sleep under the heat, getting up at nine, hitting the road at ten this morning. A resolution to drive slightly more than halfway today, leave early tomorrow and get back to Oakland around two in the afternoon. What's your guess? Can I do it?
Later. It's five-thirty in the afternoon in Dunsmuir, some sixty or seventy miles into California. I decided, since I haven't taken Highway 5 through California for a while and I did 101 on the way up, well, let's do Highway 5 all the way. So I'm on schedule, sitting in a Travelodge (with finicky WiFi similar to the one I stayed in on the way up), the air conditioner on. Yes, indeed. The air conditioner on. I'm at some number of thousand feet altitude at the moment, having come not all that far from the plateau passing Mt. Shasta, but it's still hot. Hot! Hot! We are hot here in California! And in Portland!
You expect people to read this?
Think of the pain then in the writing! Here in Dunsmuir.