The Great Drive

The trunk of the car with all my stuff

14 hours is a long time to think, and it is funny how the whole way I narrated what I was going to write, but now, I can’t think of anything.

The drive from the exit to Corvallis, OR southward is beautiful. Right now, all the wild flowers are in bloom and the trees are a variety of green. Central Oregon reminded me of what Hawaii looks like (without the jungle paradise). The mountains are beautiful and because it wasn’t over 75 degrees Fahrenheit, the ride was comfortable and I didn’t bake like a potato.

Central Oregon

I was glad to get gas (petrol) in Oregon, but had to snicker a little because I had to stop in a small town 30 miles north of Medford. In this little town the price of a gallon of gas (petrol) was $4.19 (about £1.05/ litre). I laughed because in the past stopping in a little town in the Oregon Cascades meant paying twice as much as in a city…well not this time. In other major towns the gas was $4.25 (divide by 4 and times by 2 to get £/litre). Now when I got to California gas was about $4.50 (again, divide by 4 and times by 2 to get £/litre), and that is the reason I NEVER get gas in California if I can help it. When I got to Nevada, gas was $4.03-$4.15, depending on brand.

When I came down the pass to Reno on Hwy 395 from Bordertown, Reno lit up like a huge carpet in a sunken room. The city is so beautiful at night, all of the casinos dominate the right side of the highway and the sprawl reminds me of Christmas lights on a lawn. I wanted to stop in the city, but it was midnight and I needed to get to Carson City before I was unable to stay awake.

Reno city centre