Day three: Miles Driven: 266. Mean Temperature: 95 f Driving in the morning wasn't so bad, got to the site and in spite of there being one more computer then inventory accounted for I was able to get everything up and running with little problem. Came out to the car... and the dash thermometer read 103 f. Local temp was about 95 f in the shade with no hint of wind. I should mention, that my little SUV being of the Alaskan variety does not have A/C, so cooling is either accomplished by 2-75 (2 Windows @ 75 mph) or by closing the windows and usi The latter is not as cooling, but means a difference between 22 mpg and 28 mpg with windows up. ng the vents at full blast. Wandered around aimlessly trying to find a local coffee shop that took plastic, gave up and got iced coffee from Albertson's and threw in a Gatorade for good measure. Which was the smartest thing I ever did. Ever. Hit the road looking at ~2 hour drive, and went on my merry way. About 30 minutes south of town, hit some road construction and had to come to a stop. And wait... (finish the iced coffee) wait.. wait...(drink the gatorade) WAIT... (wish for another gatorade) An hour and half later of baking on freshly poured asphalt, which I assure you was hella hotter then 95 f, we finally got moving again. I'd like to say we made good progress, but that would be a lie. In spite of the posted speed limit of 50 mph, the lead semi insisted on going 25mph and there was no passing. It took us another 45 minutes to get to a point where people could begin passing... So starving, thirsty, and super heated I arrived at Miles City 2 hours later then planned, and walked into a hotel room where they already had the A/C running at 55 f. Shock nearly killed me. It felt good, but a 40 degree temperature drop in a second, left me filling ill. Not ill enough, that I didn't go out and have steak, with 4 glasses of lemonade. Damn good steak from the Montana Chop & Rib House. On my table less then 15 minutes from when I ordered. Tomorrow, should be a simple install, another night in this nice little hotel room, and then friday home with a quick stop in Billings. *fingers crossed* I'm ready to be done with trip. Now if you will excuse be, I have 12 bottles of gatorade calling my name from the mini-fridge.
*Edit: Blogger wouldn't accept posts last night, so this coming to you Thursday.*