Last night on the Oregon Coast. In some ways, the last night of the trip, because I think the rest is starting to look like one long drive.
I had wanted to get to the Northeast, but it’s just not in the cards this time around.
I knew it was going to be a long way back, at least approximately equal to the distance out here, anyway. But, damn. Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa. Ain’t a narrow state in the bunch of ’em. Except for Idaho, I’m going through them the long way, too.
Well, hopefully by sticking to Interstates (84, 80, 70-some-odd I think, then 75) Roberta Verona will be on level enough ground to do some serious hauling. I do have a nifty book from National Geographc that list interesting sites by the Interstate they’re near. So you just turn pages in the I-84 section as you go east. So I might still find some cool stuff to take pictures of.
But overall I’m done. I’m overextended, financially and mentally. There’s no structure to my life right now, so I keep veering off one edge or the other. I’m getting tired more, even though I’m sleeping more. I slept for eleven hours last night, that can’t be normal. And paragraphs end up looking like this. Never a good thing.
I’m not going to schedule very far ahead, but I’d like to make it across most of Oregon tomorrow, then into Utah the next day. Because of extended days driving, I may not be able to post updates very regularly at all. We’ll see. On the road is when I do the best writing, I think, so maybe they won’t get posted until late, but hopefully they’ll be worth it.
I’m not sure what else to say right now. Like I mentioned, I’m tired, and I’m weary, if you understand the difference I’m talking about. It doesn’t feel like there’s much there to come out at the moment.
I made last trips to both the Rogue Tasting House (Garlic Cheese Bread & Beer Sampler) and the Rogue Public House (“Public House” is where “pub” comes from, I found out some people didn’t know that. Oh, a Hamburger and a Brutal Bitter). The guy at the Tasting House is really cool, and he recognized me even though I randomly shaved off my moustache and goatee last night. By “randomly,” I mean I couldn’t say why I did it, not that I sliced away random parts, leaving others. I think I’m going to grow them back. My mouth looks uneven and my lips got all chapped today.
Alright, I’m just going to stop even attempting to have paragraph breaks mean anything. Sorry for my behavior, but I told you I’m not operating at peak efficiency (just to underscore my point, it took a couple tries to spell “efficiency”).
It’ll be good to get home, although I’m not looking forward to some of the things I’ll have to do once I get back. You know those little junky details that pile up at the end of the day? I’ll have two months worth of those. Ouch. And Scout’s _really_ going to have to go out… (Just kidding. Suzy and Mark have been taking good care of the kitties, I understand).
Okay, so there’s not much for me to say here. Hope to keep updates coming, otherwise, I’ll see you all in a couple weeks.