I write a bit weary this evening; the sleep last night was rather bad as I tossed and turned terribly which caused me to wake earlier than I’d like. I was also up later than expected because I had cable and could catch up on a few shows I always hear about (I learned that MTV really does not, in fact, play music).

The boy, the cat, the fish and I once again packed into the truck. It was my turn to drive and I must confess I was nervous. I have once driven a tourist bus when I worked for tour company at age 21. The driver thought it would be funny to see a wee thing trying to manueveur a bus. It was amusing – and scary to oncoming traffic.

The truck wouldn’t have been so scary were it not for the fact it was carrying everything we owned and towing our only car. But I did rather good and for the next several hours enjoyed driving it – feeling like a trucker and even giving myself a trucker name (10-4 this is Eager Beaver. Oh my, how that entertained me for hours).

With only an FM radio, we sung badly to very bad music and had very long discussions about everything. Although a lot of the time we just sat and marvelled at the beautiful scenery of southern Oregon along I-5.

Rolling hills, little towns, lakes and in most parts, snow. Covered entirely in snow. We had been warned of severe weather and when we had called this morning we were told parts of I-5 was shut down or requiring chains and that’s how it’d be for the rest of the week. This made us nervous.

We plunged forth and somehow just missed the storm and the traffic backup it had created. It was raining like mad. I think this is because I had found a lucky penny earlier that afternoon (finding pennies and parking spots are my talents).

This evening we drove through a major rain storm in the mountains which was less than fun. It also made it very difficult to play I Spy but ah well, what can one do?

Now I find myself sitting in a hotel in Sacremento, ready for sleep and desperate for my own flat with a real bath. There’s a wind storm taking place in L.A. in which they’re warning trucks and trailers to stay off road. Perhaps we’ll find ourselves unable to get there by tomorrow night. Or perhaps I’ll find another lucky penny.