Green River, Utah
I am due to arrive in Washington DC sometime in the middle of next week for a few meetings and presentations, before driving down to Tampa, Florida for more speaking engagements and to collect my ocean rowboat from the Museum of Science and Industry where she is being exhibited at the moment. Then Quackers and I turn around and drive all the way back to the West Coast. In total, I will be driving about 6,500 miles over the next 3 weeks.
I’m determined to keep up my training, despite this nomadic episode. This morning I went out for an early morning run from my humble little motel outside of Twin Falls, Idaho. It was a beautiful morning and the run was… flat. The skies seemed huge. I didn’t see a single car while I was out. It really felt like I had my own private Idaho.
Today I dropped Eric off in Snowbird, Utah, for a skiing trip, and I carried on towards Colorado Springs where I will be staying with friends on their ranch.
To Americans it may seem very mundane, driving along interstates, staying in motels and eating in cheap diners. But to me it’s all very new and exciting. I love those diners – they’re just so… American! And I love meeting people along the way. The Americans are so friendly (so far) – even the traffic cop who pulled me over for speeding today. Oops! Naughty Quackers…