At home I threw my assembled luggage into the back of the car and got right back on the road, headed east. I cranked up Reno's air conditioning (the car is named Reno) and cranked up the They Might Be Giants and sang along as I zoomed down 580. Reno was going to be a pleasure to drive!
Before long, I was ascending into Yosemite, sipping on one of the many containers of soup I'd collected from Wh0l F00dz and stashed in the cooler.
I couldn't help whistling "She'll Be Comin' 'Round The Mountain" as I drove this bit!
Whoooo! DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!
I stopped to take some pictures and noticed that the altitude had inflated my peanut butter cups. FLOOF!!!
The wet weather brought the mist out of the trees. Lovely.
Here I am testing out the fancy new tripod and the fancy new remote-control trigger for my camera. Huzzah! It all works.
The rain began to attack with force, but I drove on!
A construction crew tried to thwart me, but did not succeed.
I stopped for a snack in Lee Vining, site of the first Braindead Monkeys album. WHOO PILGRIMAGE! The night was still young, so I decided to press on into Nevada and cut some hours off my driving time for the next day. I got pretty worried about running out of fuel at one point, and decided that from then on, I would refuel the car whenever it dropped to half a tank. This trip is not about worrying, it is about rubbernecking, air conditioning, and audiobooks!
Eventually I ended up in a serviceable motel room in Tonopah, Nevada. 450 miles of driving, nearly a straight line east from Oakland. A good start to the drive.