Total distance traveled in the big Dodge in two days: 1245 long, long miles.
The beginning: somewhere around Dunnigan going north on I-5
Shasta Lake - basically full - bye, bye drought!
The secessionist north - there's a grassroots movement to separate the northern part of the state, basically from Sacramento northwards, and form a new state of Jefferson, to escape the tyranny of LA and SF. Good luck.
The boy finished packing up from the dorm, the end of an era. Next year he's in an apartment.
Triples in Oregon. Keeping it weird on the freeway.
The boy pulling his shift behind the wheel
Mount Shasta, a menacing presence over the land. It's hard to picture how massive it is, and how it lords it over the landscape for miles and miles. If it ever erupts...
The sun goes down somewhere around Williams, bringing an end to two blood curdling days of roadwork.