OK, i’m home again and trying with moderate success to recover my composure, reminding myself that it’s no sin to cut a trip short for whatever reason you want and that at least i’d got nearly to Canada before i realized that i’d left my passport at home. And also, by cutting the trip short i put a tourniquet on the fiscal hemorrhage of spending every night in a motel.
And besides, when i wasn’t gorging on sausage, biscuits, and gravy i was wolfing down double hamburgers with chocolate milk shakes. That was largely Dairy Queen’s fault.
See, i’d thought they were extinct west of the Rockies, and my joy knew no bounds when i saw one after i crossed into Oregon, where i came to discover that they were abundant. The milkshakes were as creamy as ever, and although the burgers aren’t quite as good as those back in Texas and New Mexico, they were good enough that when i returned to the scale at the gym this morning, i discovered that i’d gained three pounds. Late note: A reliable source informs me that there is a Dairy Queen in Redwood City, which is less than an hour’s drive south. Stay tuned.