We took the 2400 mile return trip fairly quickly.
Starting in San Diego, CA
Tucson, AZ
Las Cruces, NM
Roswell, NM
Clinton, AK
Russellville, AK
Jackson, TN
Ending in Hendersonville, NC
That’s 7 legs, only about 350 miles per day on average.
The Las Cruces to Roswell and Roswelll to Clinton legs were short, with a little time left over to poke around Roswell, NM. It’s pretty funny.
Here’s a random old piece of telecommunications hardware, a “teletype”.
What does this have to do with the other geology-related items in the window?
No clue.
And.
Nothing to do with the 1947 “Roswell Incident” which didn’t actually happen anywhere near Roswell.
It let us take a walk around town for a few hours instead of driving.
The folks moving a house across the highway in Arkansas were a bit of a problem. The power lines were too low, so they had to have them raised.
Moving the lines seemed like it was a surprise to all concerned. I say this because there were no cops to direct traffic. We didn’t know what to do. But we could see the house and the two cranes moving slowly down the road.
The flood in Tennessee closed I-40. We went around. We’re taking two huge risks. First, that the local road flooding isn’t as bad as the interstate. Second, and more important, there was no cell coverage, so we didn’t have any idea of we were doing the right thing.
The state highway pointed mostly east, which was good. And we stuck with it until we got a cell signal. Then we stopped and waited for Apple Maps to reroute us.
On the boat, we have paper backups. And multiple electronic chart sources, none of which rely on communication to big servers to provide data. In the truck, well, we had to hope our reckoning was right.
I have a non-fiction project. Then I can resume working on a fundamental end-to-end reworking of The Forge.