Driving to Boise
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I would have loved a passenger. It was really a mind-bending long drive through nowhere. But a spectacular nowhere.
On the return trip, there was a traffic stoppage, and after idling and creeping for two hours, I began to wonder what would happen if it went on long enough to run out of gas. The bumper-to-bumper traffic crept past just one exit in the entire three hours of the stoppage, and I had to decide. Since I had no idea what was down that ramp, and my GPS showed nothing in any direction, I stayed on the interstate. After two and a half hours, I called Stuart in FF and he checked the web for traffic news, and discovered that the accident was only another mile up ahead (another half hour of creeping). But I still wonder what those hundreds of cars would do as they all began to run out of gas.
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Take a passenger next time. My back seat driver would insist I go 55.