There was so much missed about this part of the trip; I was just too overwhelmed to take many pictures, or document much about it. I was scared, excited, and REALLY starting to understand how much gas costs. I tell you a bit more about it in the Substack post, but now it's just a blur.

I remember getting excited about a script and talking back and forth with a couple of my writing partners as I drove, pulling over again and again to send some new idea or text. I remember hanging out in Devil's Lake, firing ideas back and forth with my buddy Len on Slack, then driving more, then pulling over.

I remember the fucking WIND through North Dakota and Montana; I refused to turn on the air conditioning (out of an erroneous interpretation of that old Mythbusters episode- if you're driving faster than 50mph, it's actually more efficient to run your AC as opposed to driving with your windows down). I just got SLAUGHTERED with bugs, and I remembered I was getting tired; three straight and almost nonstop days of driving, and at least two more before I hit the coast.

I remember feeling anxious to get there, to see the pacific, and also feeling anxious because I wasn't taking my time enough. Now these meagrims seem a touch silly; but at the time, they were taking up a fair bit of my brain.

I wish I would have just kicked them to the curb and enjoyed this drive more.

And maybe snapped a few more pictures!