I think the first 4 hours of driving are fine. You enjoy the road, love the views, wonder where all those trucks are going, wonder what they’re carrying, even smile and listen to the music.
Then, after making small talk with random urinals and sneering past a couple McDonalds, a transformation occurs. Your brain starts going numb and you turn into some kind of mush. You’re a semi-conscious zombie going at 65 mph. Something very scary and very surreal.
But aside from that, Elizabeth Brown very graciously hosted me at Pacific Lutheran University in Tacoma. Did some technique, some outreach, then some master class. I hope I was helpful. I’m back in Seattle now and driving down I-5 and seeing the city sprawl before me was amazing. I’m not sure I’ll have time to visit this city on this visit though.
For now, looks like I survived another piece of my road trip.
