Um, it is a 2:45pm and twenty minutes to Reno. Which Google says is four hours from home.
The funny thing about google’s estimates: they are horrific overestimates for how we drive (which isn’t always hideously fast, once we see civilizations we are polite). Anyway, google times end up being how long we are on the road, including meal breaks and pit stops and traffic and gas.
We could be home in time for a latish dinner.
I tried to talk C into going all the way yesterday. I mean, in getting an early start for today and powering through. It’d be a long day but about the same as our first day out (San Jose to Flagstaff).
C replied by giving me hotel suggestions in Reno. And explaining he didn’t want to do the mountain climb at the end of a day of driving.
Fair enough and the Reno hotels seemed ok. And we haven’t gone over budget on the trip so maybe we’ll splurge on the resort-spa.
So I dawdled this morning, read a novel for a bit, breakfasted at a restaurant, took C on my walk… We didn’t get out of the hotel until 10am (goal is usually 9am). If we weren’t going to do the drive we shouldn’t be tempted, we should get into Reno at 5pm, that will keep us adhered to the plan.
Quit laughing. It was a plan. My spouse told me what he wanted and I made an effort to make it happen.
Except we gained an hour and we went a little fast in Nevada. So here we are, well within striking distance to home. We’ll get home before the sun sets.
Though we both agree the other can call a halt. And I’m not calling the petsitter until we get off the mountain.
But hearing him say, “I can see California” in the same voice I used to squee over the ape in the Chicago zoo, well, HOME, here we come.
301.0 miles (288 to home), 14.448 gallons, 20.8 mpg, $57.78.