It’s about 8:30. I went to bed at 2:15 and awoke to the alarm at 7. Today will be a long day–Las Vegas is 867 miles away. That’s about 13 hours, if the car continues to run properly.
I awoke here at the Hampton Inn to the sounds of little people–very excited about something. When I poked my head into the hallway, I found that I’d somehow stumbled into a trampoline convention. I’m surrounded by competitive bouncers, most of whom seem to be about 6 years old and dressed in pink. One mother wryly remarked at breakfast, “Yep, I’m a tramp mom.” Another dad sported a trampoline t-shirt, “I don’t believe in miracles, I depend on them.”
That’s a good philosophy for driving across country.
So today I’ll be updating this blog by my iPhone–few pictures, but live, city-by-city coverage until I get to Vegas (or bust). So stay tuned.