Almost half way to Honolulu

Well, I have gotten pretty nearly to the half-way point between Milwaukee and Hawaii, heroically following in the tracks of the Oregon Trailers(?), across the Great Plains and the high plains, and the trackless wastes between Burns and Bend Oregon ("Next gas station: 68 miles" except it was closed), which is pretty nearly as trackless as I have seen since the Desert of Salt and the Desert of Death in eastern Iran and that was I am pleased to say quite some time ago. And this stretch I had air conditioning and a paved road, both of which were a lot better than a busted up old bus minus several windows and floorboards and a driver well into his pipe.

In any case, I got to my sister's place in Eugene yesterday afternoon, and this morning we went off to wash the truck and buy some fish for dinner, but were waylaid by the antique mongers along the way, so all in all we took a bit longer than planned, tho we escaped the antiques types unscathed.

Tomorrow I am off for Seattle to spend the nite with my nephew before hauling the truck down to the Matson docks Monday for the seafaring types to deal with, and then with a small bit of luck make to the airport and fly off into the sunset.