We rolled into Portland late tonight, road-worn and weary. A long, long day. What, 600 miles or something? The psychology of a long day driving is something that will forever intrigue me. I mean, if things are good, every mile is fun. If things aren’t so good, each mile is a knife in the ribs. This road trip, for whatever reason, was a hard go. Each day was grueling, despite the good weather for smooth sailing and optimal MPH. Sometimes, that how it goes.
Went that way this time. Just glad to be back, safe and sound.
