Wednesday. To bed early, last night, up with the alarm after what appears to have been a good night's sleep, to head off to breakfast on an overcast morning they say will clear by noon. So far, so good. A second run to the ATM on the way to breakfast on top of yesterday's afternoon run by the ATM after the guitar lesson to prepare for the trip, filled the tank with gas on the way home.
Now to pack what's left (bring a guitar?), think about what I may have missed (there will be something) and then set out up the coast. I'm assuming three days, four hours of driving per day. I've done this before and kept to the schedule, particularly when heading up the coast. On the way home, who knows? One hopes not shorter than two days coming down the inland route. I've both ways in one, don't want to do it again.
Evening. Started driving before ten, stopped driving at five after three hundred and fifty miles. Half way. I suspect I'll be the idiot and do the rest tomorrow, but I'll also do my best to stop as often as not to take pictures, eat and drink. Keep our priorities straight.
Sitting in a motel room in Crescent City just south of the Oregon border. A decent drive, clear headed, listened to music I haven't listened to in a while on my old iPod. The Element (in 2004) had a set of jacks to plug an iPod into the sound system, one of its “features” that appealed to me when I bought it. I think I got the iPod soon after because of the car.
Anyway, listened to an old play list which brought back memories of distant times, nice enough, but also sad. How many nights did I spend listening to these same songs with Ms. C? More than a few, never occurred to me I'd see a day when she wasn't with us. Maybe that's why I don't listen much anymore.
A thought you've had before.
A thought I've had before.
Dinner at something called The Apple Peddler down the way from the motel, comfortable enough, but nothing to write home about. Tired now. Television, I think, see if we can't get to bed early, leave early, get done with this trip. I'll do a compartment on the train next time, I think.