Home, online, somewhat unpacked

We made it to SF. It only took 7+ days and 3500 miles. There were 16 states we passed through, 2 deserts, maybe a dozen big cities, 4 or 5 casinos (thank you, Nevada), and far too many mountains for our meek Penske truck with car in tow.

I grew to hate signs that said 5 or 6% downgrade, because the truck picked up so much speed it got harder to control. Upgrades sucked too, though they don't put many signs for those. The almost overheated in western Kansas, a rough place to get stuck.

I should point out that those 6% grade signs were made silly once we got to SF and almost immediately came upon a 17% grade sign, including a warning that trucks should stay the hell away. Fortunately, we were in the car by then and the most trouble we had was M-N keeping lunch down on some of the rollercoaster hills.