The publisher pass thru

Made it home last night, from Cody, Wy. to San Francisco, Ca. 1,185 miles.

Winter's worn everything out--the state highways are full of potholes, or as some like to call them, chuckholes or sinkholes and on Interstate 80 at least two entire overpasses between Riverton and the Utah border fully collapsed--but all the rivers I crossed, even in the vast deserts of Nevada, are full to overflowing, right up to their banks.

The most interesting sign to be seen is somewhere in Utah: 'Indoor Skydiving.'

Two rules for choosing places to eat while on the road: 1) never eat in an empty restaurant: your food will come late and the check will come early 2) McDonald's aren't as awful as portrayed in the mainstream media; I ate a pretty darn good Southwestern salad at 10 p.m. at the McDonald's in Lander, Wy. and enjoyed watching the harmonious interaction of the staff as they prepared to close for the night. 

The most interesting set piece: three older people in a brand new blue pickup truck sitting in front of a convenience store in Dixon, Ca. all three scratching off lottery tickets with great intensity.

When I finally drive across the Golden Gate Bridge, 4 p.m. 5/14/17, I make my final reentry into pop culture and hope to stay there for awhile.