Also: The way home took me 1.5 tanks of gas vs. 1 tank on the trip up. More proof that the old GPS is a goner. Driving solo, I couldn't pay attention to its little screen much, so it rerouted me in odd ways. Guess H. was right to worry when I was still strolling on the waterfront in Portland at 6 p.m.
Looking forward to writing about better things tomorrow.