We are at the 45th Parallel, halfway between the Equator and the North Pole. Pretty cool concept.
What is with Oregon and devils? Seven Devils Road, Drunken Devils Road, Devils Lake, Devil's Punchbowl, Devil's Creek.
ROADKILL: Plastic milk cartons.
Our GPS fuse gets lost, who knows where or why. The GPS dies when the battery finally runs out of juice because we can't plug it in. We are so dependent now on "Our Lady", even if her robotic self reads "Drive" as "Doctor", we feel lost without her and we get lost without her. We're not used to Mapquest directions any more, and they don't reflect construction re-routings.
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