- The adrenaline thrill of the journey exceeds the soporific effect of arrival.
- No matter how extremely remote the station or town, gas and food are cheaper than in California: we’re being taken for a ride out here.
- Boulder, like Santa Cruz, Berkeley or other college towns is a cut above the average but with the same mix of university people, boutiques, gourmet bistroes and cheap eateries, chain and box stores, and more than a few tourists. The sense of artifice is always in the air.
- Our two lane blacktops are in better condition than our freeways.
- I can drive almost 2000 miles without TV of any kind, but can’t go a day without wi-fi.
- GPS is a luxury; maps work. I relied on them entirely.
- Backroads are majestic and magical; freeways are like never leaving home.
- The most horrific bump was on a freeway just miles out of San Francisco. I discovered, on arrival, thanks to another driver telling me, that my tail lights were all out. I found the light assemblies on both sides had been jarred out of their receptacles, fallen down into the trunk well and were useless–maybe for the entire trip! I may have driven to Boulder without tail or brake lights the entire way.
- Travelers depend on the kindness of strangers and I was never let down. It isn’t the obsequious sort of attention that the tourist trade creates, not on the backroads; it’s more a genuine openness and curiosity about those who come from other places.
In December I return to San Francisco, on different roads, ahead, I hope, of the winter snows.