"A liberal is a person whose interests aren't at stake at the moment." - Willis Player

I headed out at 5:30 a.m., just as the sun was coming up. The vehicle is loaded with all our gear and clothes so that Pam only has a small carry-on bag when she flies to Portland Wednesday morning.

I'm now sitting in a Motel 6 in downtown Sacrament0. Not such a great neighborhood. Crazy lady going around and around in the parking lot, alternating between laughing, crying and talking to someone somewhere inside her head. The cops were also out there an hour ago. Don't know if the two are connected. They left without anyone in either back seat, so I suppose I should feel better about that.

Google Maps tells me it's 1,330 miles from our house to the Portland airport. I figured to do 600 today, 500 tomorrow and the rest Wednesday morning to be there for Pam's arrival at 12:30 p.m. But I've done 750 miles already (I was having so much fun...) so I may try to make it all the way tomorrow.
Our reservation for Wed. and Thurs. night is at Champoeg State Park about 30 miles south of Portland. The plan was to pick her up and then head to the park to set up camp. But I'll call in the morning, and if our spot isn't occupied I may see if I can stay there tomorrow night, too. That way I could go for a bike ride Wednesday morning and then drive to the airport.

On the way out of town I head a story on our local NPR station about depression in teens. Several times during the story, and with great drama, they said that up to 30% of Arizona teens feel sad at some point.
Only 30%??

Steve & Michelle loaned me their Garmin GPS unit for our trip. I'm sold! This thing tells me what the speed limit is, how fast I'm going, what time I'll arrive at my destination and how many Diet Cokes are left in the cooler. OK, not that last one, but I am amazed at how much data this thing can turn out.
The Destinations screen gives me icons for food, lodging and several other options. Missing is an icon for BATHROOM!!
I found myself remembering a famous devotional book from a generation ago titled "Streams in the Desert."
sorry.

I need some serious sleep. And let's face it, driving 750 miles across the Mohave Desert and then up the San Joaquin Valley doesn't make for exciting blog material. But it does make for fatigue.
Goodnight.