Oregon

I'm in Ashland Oregon. It's a scary drive for an Acrophobic. The road is riddled with sheer drops and canyon bridges. I drove this road on one of the happiest days of my life. That was the day that I went to Corvallis Oregon to bring my daughter home to Sacramento when she was 11. That was a long time ago. I am only 450 miles from my destination and tomorrow I'll be in Bellevue Washington. Quite literally next door to Beast itself, Microsoft. It is the furthest point from home I have traveled. By my route, 3690 miles from Clearwater. I'd have gone the short way were it not for the snowstorms last week across Colorado, Wyoming, and Idaho. In any case I am vegging in the hotel room. My brain is so much goo from the 2000 miles I have driven since Sunday morning. I miss all of you. 

Oh, and I finished Isaacson's biography of Steve Jobs. I still like Isaacson's work overall, but his treatment is a bit too idolatrous to be considered scholarly. Not that there aren't some ugly things in the book, but Jobs is worshipped too much.