Tomorrow morning, I will drive to Manchester. Turn over the keys of the
rented car and fly home. I left my truck at the Oakland Airport and will
be happy to be behind the wheel.
Out on highway, driving through the Delta and the Central Valley to the
foothills. Looking down on the tops of the other vehicles.
Sheltered by American metal. The sight of the mountains in the distance.
The smell of the pines. Feeling high with the slowly increasing altitude
-- so diligently documented by Highway Department placards announcing
"Elevation 2,000 Feet". "Elevation 3,000 Feet."
Onward and upwards. Driving up the mountain.