And there Adm. Fox was sitting on curb, waiting to film my return, strategically placed near the gate to the pool where she knew I would want to plunge immediately.
I have a notebook full of observations about people, places, things and bad food - lots of bad food. But one overarching word can be applied to the weather conditions of the entire trip from Valois, NY to Long Island to all points west:
HOT
A cooling trend in Ashland, Nebraska |
The last time the window needed repair, just getting parts took more than a week.
Thus, the balance of the trip, the driver's side window was rolled up tight - no matter how freakin' hot it was.
Coming down the hill from Lake Tahoe into California, it hit 100 degrees just east of Sacramento.
Since arriving at the West Coast Fitz-Fox compound, I have been organizing my notes, thoughts, and sleeping a lot. (Not necessarily in that order, either.) I still have no idea, exactly, what (if anything) I'll be writing about my land voyage across I-80.
But my WRITE ON column in the Finger Lakes Times (set to be published later today) gives a preview of a small slice of life of America I found in my 3,800+ miles of driving.
Some of it was pretty and uplifting. Some of it was not.
The famous 'Dan Ryan Expressway' in Chicago, temp 98 degrees - and a traffic jam |
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