Daybreak, highway 505.
Left at 4 a.m. to drive to Lake Shasta. I made it record time without speeding, that much.
Am thinking all future road trips are going to start in the wee hours. It’s hard to get out of bed, but rolling on empty freeways is well worth giving up the shuteye.
Awaiting arrival of the speedboat which will whisk me out to a remote part of the lake where the houseboat of booze and debauchery is anchored.