twin falls, id

Ten hours and 595 miles later we are holed up in our hotel, watching the news, noshing on cheese, crackers and wine before going down the road to an Italian restaurant for dinner. We've been here before, you kn ow. The drive was long, boring, uneventful. We left home at 6:10 AM, hit Reno at morning rush hour, and pressed on into the wilds of Nevada. It's only after you leave the suburban areas of California and Nevada that you have I-80 to yourself. After Wells, NV we turn north toward Twin Falls. The sky was dark and low. The horizon looked like a fresh bruise, dark purple-blue-grey. Flashes of lightening, clouds of rain. We are exhausted, having been up since 4:30 for coffee, a brisk shower, a final tour of the house to be sure everything was in order.

On to Bozeman tomorrow. More from there.