There is only one cure for a severe attack of itchy feet and that is get on the road again. Yesterday, I did the entire pre-launch countdown of haircut, laundry, post office run, drugstore run, and Costco run. Ignition and liftoff was at 7 p.m.. If you were outside at that hour you might have seen the vapor trail.
I decided on I-5 since I’d be driving at night. Nothing improves the look of I-5 like darkness. By 9:30 p.m. I was a hundred miles down the road at the Santa Nella exit and ready for a pit stop. I stretched out on the settee and it felt good. I closed my eyes and it felt better. I got up to get my sleeping bag to throw over me and went back to the settee. Seven hours blew by. At 4:30 a.m. it was 42 degrees and I was wide-awake.
I fired up the engine and turned the heater up to Roast. I have a good heater but the Jolly Swag is a cavern and must barf BTUs out of her acres of windows glass. I laid in the trajectory for Buttonwillow, set the throttle at 12.5 mpg, and watched the stars go by.
First light arrived at 7:15 a.m., gauzy daylight followed. At 8:10 a.m. I put on the left turn signal. With sigh so exuberant it surprised me, I celebrated the rounding of the buoy at Buttonwillow that marked the end of my southing in California and the beginning of my easting.
The Buttonwillow exit marks a sleepy town a couple miles west. But the interstate intersection is a traveler’s stop with a full complement of fast food, and cheap motels. Fuel prices posted in lighted two-foot high numerals in red for gasoline and green for diesel which is now well over a dollar a gallon higher than when I cast off less than six months ago.
I steer into my well-worn spot behind Starbucks for a snooze some free wi-fi, and to note some of the ideas that vie for attention in the mind of a solitary night-time driver.
It is good to be on the road, I feel my Inner Children waking up and wanting to go out and play.
At 6 p.m. I spy a rest area near Boron on rte # 58 east. A 275-mile day.