As it was, I flew up to Portland, met my dad in Eugene, piled his car full of stuff, and accompanied him back to Texas via I-5 and I-10.
Along the way, I got to cross the Golden Gate Bridge (in thick fog) and see downtown San Francisco (but no cable cars, just creepy electric buses), marveled at snow in the mountains (two things that do not exist where I live), and for once, in West Texas I got to drive 80 mph without breaking the speed limit.
I also struggled to update my websites and coordinate my real job when we stopped at hotels.
|Golden Gate Bridge in the fog|
|The first sun we had seen in days, somewhere south of San Francisco in rolling foothills|
|Holy cow, we're driving in mountains! Real live mountains!!|
|Power-generating windmills as far as the eye can see. Why do these creep me out so much?|
|Rest stop in the mountains in New Mexico. One rest stop had free wireless!|
And that's the end of the road trip.