On October 15 we got started fairly early, taking a route through northwest New Mexico, nipping a corner of Colorado, and continuing in to Utah. The day went pretty well except for the slow speed at which the truck managed the hills, and there were many.
I was worried about my husband’s hand, which was swollen and red, but he insisted on continuing on, doing a lot of the truck driving. His dog was a problem at first, because he would not be separated from my husband but didn’t like getting into the cab of the truck. I suggested my husband get into the truck first and call Hans. That was dismissed as a stupid idea, but was exactly what worked for the rest of the trip (after his brother suggested the same thing).
We made it all the way to Provo and stopped relatively early to get a good rest. That gave us delusions that we could make it to Washington the next day, because that was where we stopped four years ago on our first drive up there.
We finally had real internet for the first time at that hotel, so I found out that my niece didn’t even know that we left yet. The other motels claimed to have internet, but all my messages had gone into the ozone.