But somehow out here it's not as maddening as it is on, say, I-95 from the Beltway to Fredericksburg. Maybe it's because the road isn't as familiar and you accept the clogs as part of California freeway life Or maybe it's because there are things to look at along the way that you haven't seen before, which takes some of the pressure off the fact that you're going 10 mph on a big freeway.
And a the end of the road, you still get where you're going. No one's left tooth marks on the steering wheel. Everyone's been mainly cordial and laid back. And I've spent more time with two of my sons than we've spent since - hell, this is probably more time than we've ever spent all together nonstop.
That's been the real treasure of this trip for me. Sharing all that time, and all those miles, with Deke and Ted. Pointing to things outside the car windows and sharing the wonder of all that American landscape.
I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Let's go.
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