We picked a fine day to leave Nashville.
All hooked up and ready to roll.
First stop St. Louis: Even with our 2 a.m. arrival a parking guard directed us to a legit parking space--er 10 spaces.
Roadside rest area in eastern Iowa.
Light traffic and decent weather made for an easy roll. Carmen followed in the MIni Cooper.
Approaching Cheyenne, Wyoming with weather to the north.
Frida wore a mask in Cheyenne, unlike many residents.
The Mini carried my cache of musical instruments.
Great Truck! The Porsche got a lot of compliments too.
The long and winding road. We averaged about 400 miles a day for seven days.
Entertaining a couple of families in Lincoln, Nebraska who were in town for a baseball tournament.
Beautiful open road between Cheyenne and Salt Lake City.
Doing 84 mph in an 80 mph zone on I-80 with 81 miles to go.
Climbing through the mountains east of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Climbing out of Salt Lake City towards Boise, Idaho.
We headed north though Southeastern Oregon and were welcomed by fir trees.
The long, steep descent into the Columbia River Valley required keeping speed down to 40 mph to avoid cooking the brakes.
Spent the night with my brother and sister-in-law in Dufur, Oregon-- just north of The Dalles. Mt. Hood looms to the west.
The Columbia River powers hydroelectric damns, and wind along the gorge turns thousands of wind turbines. My 65-foot rig required strategic routing through parking lots.
The mighty Columbia River divides Oregon from Washington.
Parked alongside Neahkahnie Beach near Manzanita, Oregon. The happy end to one movie. The next feature begins immediately.
