The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 16 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
I was going to leave on Saturday afternoon. I wasn’t feeling to well, so I got some extra sleep, did laundry, and left on Sunday around 9am.
I met up with Jeff Staples in Portland and we had lunch at Red Robin’s.
I continued driving until Boise, where took a break for the night.
The next day, I was up, out the door, and on the road before 10am.
I stopped at a Pilot gas station/Arby’s a half-hour out of Boise. Only in there will you meet someone named Tuesday…on a Monday.
I had Peter’s CB. I hung out on channel 19. Pretty nice folk. Although, someone asked me specifically “what I had left behind.” I was only 20 minutes from the Utah/Idaho border and had just stopped at a rest stop. Had I left something behind? No, I had everything. Maybe he thought I was someone else. I tried explaining that I wasn’t a truck and, thus, had no trailer to leave anywhere. As it turned out, he wanted to know what the weather was.
A bit of ice around Laramie and I was hope around 10:30.