Oregon trail

I leave Portland by 10 am for San Francisco. The road is more or less open, depending on when I hit it: if I hit it right there's nothing like it, and if I hit it wrong then I'll be sorry. I hit it right.

Once I'm sure I'm on the right road at the right time I begin having road thoughts, like this:  Europeans never wrote 'road' books, they wrote travel books instead.

Trucks rule the road I'm on, as they should, bringing everything we need to wherever we areā€“milk trucks and beer trucks, trucks stuffed with live cattle and frozen chicken, trucks carrying pre-formed wooden joists and plywood. In the pass between Grants Pass and Yreka, the wheels of the trucks look like the charioteers wheels in the movie "Ben Hur" and I am extra careful when passing them.

I drive for 6 hours-including 3 different stops to get out and stretch-and finally pull in at dark to the Best Western beside the highway in Redding. My room is 231. I take a hot bath, do yoga on the hard floor, then go down to the hotel restaurant C.R. Gibbs for a wedge salad and fish taco.

After being alone all day I find the restaurant very noisy. Three fat girls are sitting at the bar, drinking beer and saying "O my God " over and over to one another.

Rest area, Oakland, Oregon

Rest area, Oakland, Oregon