Getting Out of Town

I was so happy to get out of town. I will not bore you the details of the 48 hours leading up to it except to tell you that the pink BraMobile is in the shop and I am in a red rental car. In fact, I was so happy to be alone and behind the wheel that I stopped for a Nation's burger with Joe E of the Travel Gear Blog. I hadn't eaten all day and Joe thought it was funny that I ordered both a cheeseburger AND a chili dog. Nope, I ain't not girly girl. So, lets get to the gritty goss. I slept in my car the first night. Yes, I can say that because my most of my relatives and the extras that voluntarily parent me do not read this blog. I made it to Shasta around 11:30 ish and started taking every exit that had a lodging sign. The rates didn't seem to get much below $50 and since I have a $75 per diem that includes meals, lodging, AND my time, I chose to skip it. I was a little afraid to sleep at a rest stop what with all the truckers. No doubt my fear is based on media induced generaliztions, but I've just heard so many stories about them running on drugs, that I opted not to. So, where did I sleep? At a motel called the Oak Tree. It was well lit and only had one occupant as far as I could see by the one pick up truck that was parked there. I got to them about midnight and would've been happy to ask them how much, but they were closed. Very closed, very dark in the office. The motel was a one level u-shaped string of rooms with a house next to it. Every room had a light on outside, so I just pulled up like I was going in one of the rooms. But instead locked my car door, tilted the seat back, had my phone in my hand and tried to get some shut eye. I expected to have someone knock on the window in the middle of the night and tell me to get out of there, so I kept waking up every hour. No once came. I wanted to get outta there before they woke up and left at 4am. Then I drove to Medford and parked in another motel, a much bigger and brighter one, and took another nap. Then it was smooth sailing to Eugene. I love being behind the wheel. And cruise control is a very good thing. Yes, I used the word very like a bad little writer, but come on. It's a treat. So is the power steering. I've got pictures. I'll try to get them loaded tonight.