In which we leave late, find our video attempts confounded and cruise across America’s loneliest road.
Well, friends & neighbors, despite my getting out of bed at 1:30 this morning (and Grace arising a half hour later), we still managed to hit the road 45 minutes late. Which isn’t bad for us, I might add. Roscoe was not pleased to see us go, but he’ll be having fun and getting spoiled by our housesitter, so he won’t waste away pining for us.
The drive over the Sierras was, well, DARK. Can’t do a whole hell of a lot of sightseeing at 4:00 in the morning. We reached Reno just ahead of sun up and gassed up in Fallon shortly after sunrise. Right now, we’re just barely into highway 50, the Loneliest Road in America. We like driving this route across Nevada because (A) It’s not your big typical interstate like I-80 is (B) no cops (C) no traffic and (D) because of B & C you can safely drive like you’re being chased by the hounds of Hell.
Our attempts to video our trip so far have been thwarted by both early morning non-wakefullness and intermittent rains here in the Silver State. We’ll be trying again in an hour or so.
Fun Trip Fact: To wake up this morning, Doc brewed a mug of tea that was so strong it had to be beaten into submission before he could drink it.
Fun Trip Fact: As I type this, we are listening to Disc 6 of the ten disc set titled “Speeding Ticket Music” that Doc mixed for this trip. Disc 6 is subtitled “Songs For Young Gamers In Love”
NOTES FROM THE FUTURE: Sweet Jesus on a mint creme Oreo, do I ever wish I could go back and tell the 2004 Grace and Doc to first go get me an antibiotic shot, because a leg infection was about 48 hours away. I’d also tell them to take Interstate 80, not 50. Oh well.