No matter how many well-thought-out lists I create, I always end up staying up until 3 a.m. doing laundry and cramming clothing fresh from the dryer into my bags.
The prep work, though daunting, was well worth it. Sean and I had a lovely time in Medford, Oregon, spending time with my sister and her little family and on our two-day side trip to Portland.
The drive was epic at just over 17 hours one way. Sean did most of the wheel work while I napped and knitted.
A few things I noticed while on the road:
California has the worst roads I've ever driven on.
California has ridiculous gas prices - mostly due to taxes which are obviously not spent on road improvements and a special blend of gasoline meant to reduce pollution. If that blend is helping the pollution problem, I'd hate to see what it's like without it, because the air through much of the state was thick.
The rolling hills in California look like they are covered in a lovely green velvet, polka dotted with cows.
There are a lot of cows in California. Many dairies are right beside the highway. This means you should not drive with the vent open through California unless you want your car to smell like cow butt.
It is decidedly not summer or even spring outside of Arizona right now. It snowed on us near the California/Oregon border as we scaled Mt. Shasta and as we approached the Siskiyou Summit in Oregon.
iPod playlists can reveal much about a person you think you know. I found something new to adore Sean for while listening to one of his playlists on our odyssey. Going from Michael Franti and Spearhead's "Yell Fire," to Bon Jovi's "Bounce," to Paul Simon's "Boy in the Bubble" defines his quirkiness.
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