Around Salt Lake City. The most cars I'd seen on the road in hundreds of miles, really since Sacramento.

A weird shot tower or something...who knows?

Here is western Utah. It still looks like Nevada, but is a bit better.

Utah was much prettier than Nevada!

I think this is the great salt lake. There were no signs here but it was the only huge body of water and it was in about the right location.

It was something to think about, not just endless miles of desert.

Welcome to Utah

I saw these and hoped very fervently that the road somehow didn't go through these. It didn't, instead it curved around, but from here it looked like I'd have to get a snow shovel.

I should've painted black spots on my car before I set out.

For some reason, CA likes to label their mountains (like "South San Francisco, the Industrial City; and Hollywood) but NV doesn't seem to have quite grasped the idea.

Day two: There was a big sign up about 50 miles before this boasting that the Washington Post had voted Battle Mountain, NV is the armpit of the US. Naturally I had to take a picture.

This is interesting: heat shimmers on the road and snow on the mountains.

And here is what Winnemucca looks like.

I finally found gas and was tempted to turn around and go back...but I did wonder what some place called "Winnemucca" looked like.

Yee-haw, cowboy.

Yup. Did I mention it's boring?

Nevada is very boring. Very. And the signs lie. They told me it was 40 miles to the next gas station, so I kept going, but it was 97 miles and I was worried about how long I would have to wait to get off the side of the road. I'd probably still be there.

Donner pass. Descending from about 7,000-8,000 feet. I'll have to watch the little video I made for the exact number.

This bird apparently gets carsick.

I think the mountain ate some bad sushi.

It's weird to see snow in CA.

Yes, I liked the sky.

The first glimpse of snow. Remember, this was May 31.

The sky was so pretty this first day. In fact, I had great weather for the whole trip except for the last 300+ miles, but that's another story.

A big burn.

Yup. Trees.

On the way to Donner Pass. It's sucj incredible scenery, and there's still not much up there; you can still feel a little how far away you are from everything. I wouldnt want to go through this in the winter, and it's amazing that anyone survived.

An incredible lake taken at an odd angle.

The sky is beckoning me onwards.

Heading into the Sierra Nevadas.

Just before getting in the car. You can see it on the right.

Okay, so I met some tough critics on this trip. This bird obviously has no taste.

The exit to get to 80, the route for the rest of the trip.

I'm heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere

So, it's been a long trip and a long time. I'm sorting through the photos and getting ready to post them.
Patience, my non-read blog. Soon you will be full of fresh pictures...

I'm heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere

Phew! Six days of driving and a broken computer later, I'm in NY! The last day (last Saturday) I drove form Joliet, IL to East Northport, NY. For those of the lazy persuasion, that's 847 miles, according to Mapquest.

I'm online for the first time using a wireless router. The internet connection is downstairs, in a small room with a hard chair, while I'm upstairs lounging in an armchair, going "Mwaaaahaaaahaaaaaa, my bottom is sitting on a soft thing instead of a hard thing." My friends know I'm here and of course are busy people, so I'm trying to figure out how to relax. I'm not good at it.

Look for pictures coming soon; I have to sort through most of them from the trip. My computer died on the second day, so I have a lot of pics from the first day of driving that are now on the hard drive, but all the rest of the week is still on the camera.

It's strange; somehow being here in New York is making me think a lot about what it was like living in Hawai'i. Strange. I am looking forward soooo much to school starting!

Raphael coming in from a paddle.

What a great photo of a horse's butt.

She helped me move the day before. We both fell asleep on the beach, and I still have the strange tan lines.

Mom wondered what she would look like in sepia.

Mom has taken the official bell and is holding it captive.

Kayack.

The beginning of my quest to take boring pictures of train tracks.

The Pacific is less pacific than the Atlantic.

Goodbye, living room.

Goodbye, bedroom.

We ate at a fish market in Moss Landing.

Setting out.

Goodbye, balcony.

I get the feeling he didn't want to leave.

It's rare to find someone who can beam like this and still teach me how to cange diapers regulation-style.

Alex(is) is now being dead. We developed this technique as a way to get out of rehearsal, but unfortunately he still tends to be ticklish.

Trees at my old home.