TestWednesday, 28 September.  Darkness.

I began the drive at 3AM for two reasons.  First, to avoid morning rain in AZ and afternoon heat in CA.  Also wanted to get home before spouse left for afternoon work.  Because I routinely avoided nighttime driving, the 3 hours of darkness exceeded the combined previous times!  But being in the morning, traffic wasn’t bad at all.  Sure was dark though.  Moose Crossing Signs were in abundance.  Not comforting sights.

In 1977 I first came to CA on the same route (I40 to Barstow, I15 to San Diego).  Nothing was familiar except for the McDonalds in train cars in Barstow (I ate at Denny’s this time).  Lots of referrals to Route 66 now.  I can’t say for sure, but I’ll wager that there is now a lot more traffic.

Anyway, at 11:30 I arrived home.  27,580 miles.  Never dropped the bike.  Never came close to hitting an animal.  Well, I did run over a snake early in the trip, but that doesn’t count.

I will probably write a recap extolling on What It All Means.  For the moment though, it means I’m home.