I drive the slower roads of the American West. Usually alone, usually with a loose plan, always interested in a diner with a view of the parking lot. A good day has a stretch of coast or a lot of red rock. A very good day has both pie and somewhere cheap to sleep.
I write these notes from memory after the trip, with help from fuel receipts and whatever survived in the notebook. The coffee prices tend to stay with me. The names of the towns sometimes need a little work.
Distances are rounded. Stops take as long as they take. This is a record of roads I liked and small things I would have forgotten otherwise. If a journey looks inefficient, I probably enjoyed it.
See where I ended up ↗