Mormon Row, Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming
I wanted to narrate our San Diego to Maine move Tom Dills' style, daily journals while the thoughts are fresh and reactions more immediate. Well, that didn't happen. So, what I'll be doing is random thoughts about the move and places with reactions that have been mulled over for a few weeks. Plus a few pretty pictures.
I won't be day-to-day linear in these posts, they'll be tossed about and jumbled as I think of them. But, it just so happens that this post is about Day 1. Oh, and don't expect the photos to have any relation to the writings. They too, will be tossed about and jumbled as I tend to edit photos as they connect with me on any particular day. Feel free to shrug and walk away if you want finer structure, I get it.
Interstate 15 runs from San Diego to the Canadian border.* I've driven the I-15 route between San Diego and Las Vegas a few dozen times and over the years it's become worse and worse for traffic. My daughters live in Vegas now and therefore the trip became more important and more frequent. Still, I grew to hate the drive. It occurred to me as we were taking that 10-mile downhill from California to the Nevada border and past the Ivanpah solar station that this time, for the first time, I wouldn't be making the return trip. Happy and sad at the same time defines bittersweet I suppose.
*I always thought it was cool that Interstates 8, 5 and 15 all terminate (or begin) in San Diego, California. Remember that as it may be a Jeopardy question.