To get to my undisclosed location in the middle of nowhere takes me to the mid-point of the USA on the aorta of the country – Interstate 80. Everything conceivable flows through here, from massive carbon fiber wind turbine blades to Humboldt County’s best buds off to hipsters & gangsters in NYC.
I am sick of the drive and will do it maybe two more times (I still have stuff in California). But anyway I made it to my temporary home – through two massive miserable rain storms.
There’s truth to the saying that the best way to see the Midwest is from 38,000 feet. I am planning to sleep well tonight!
