Greetings from (*cough*) Yreka, California!

You know that smoke I didn't breathe at the Merc on Saturday night? I'm breathing it today. There's been a brush fire burning west of Yreka, CA for a couple of weeks now. (I pity the locals.) Neither Nibs nor I knew about it until we drove into it. Nobody seems worried here, but the first thing we saw when we got off the freeway was a staging area for fire crews. Why stay here? We had a reservation, and I gather that's a good thing to have this time of year near Mt. Shasta.

My boy held up surprisingly well to eight hours of confinement in a Prius. Having Potter #5 seems to have been a big help. I'm tempted to tell him horror stories from my youth of fifteen-hour one-shot drives from Florida to Arkansas.

Speaking of the Sanctimobile, we're up to 43.8 MPG combined, baybee, despite being full of luggage and climbing over Siskiyou Pass at 4300'. I've noticed a definite dearth of my beloved little jellybean futuremobiles outside urban areas.