But this is how the schedule works out. In Wichita, Tess and I will be meeting friends and introducing them to my daughter Jessie, who hopes to generate some Midwest goodwill as an author and do a reading and maybe sell a few books on the side. In Montana, I’ll be helping my brothers fix up a mountain cabin my Mom has recently acquired. After than, I’ll be just generally wearing out my welcome with the many friends and loved ones who inhabit that vast state.
That means a lot of driving. Well, I’m the guy for the job. Apart from long-haul truckers, I’d say I’ve logged more miles than most, traversing the lower 48 quite a few times.
I get tired of the interstates, but never of the country itself. Along the way, I hope to snap a few pics and post them here. I’d like to steal CNET’s idea and see if any of my eight or so regular readers can identify various obscure landmarks. Or at least guess the general area they were taken. The one above, for example, was snapped heading east on Interstate 90 somewhere near Mitchell, S.D. That was in 2003. I-90 is 3,100 miles long and I’ve driven every inch of it more than once. These days, I much prefer the back roads.