Doing nothing is tiring business. It will be nice to get back to working and hiking, and eating because I’m hungry, not because there’s nothing else to do.
It was my lot to pilot the Silver Bullet across lovely Nevada, from Scipio, Utah, to Lee Vining, California. (I think they figured that my following distance tended to be better in Nevada: there’s no one to follow.)
I learned several things on this trip, first and foremost being that I’m much more of a Californian than I had previously thought. No chiggers, no cicadas, no blasted humidity, and I can go to a salad bar whenever I want to. Besides, we have real mountains here, not just places where the ground happens to be lumpy.
I also learned that there are hills in Kansas, that Colorado can be warm, and that one should never leave home without at least one Rich Mullins album.
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