Sometimes you can fall behind on even the loosest of schedules.
The calendar told me I had a lot of ground to cover to reach my next hard date; I needed to be in Portland Oregon near the first of September. I’d lingered in Michigan a tad longer than expected, so in the interest of time, I pointed Peggy at North Dakota and set the cruise control. US Highway 2 is a pretty good road, known as the “Great Northern Route”. In the days before Interstates, US 2 was a big deal, connecting Bangor to Seattle in a coast-to-coast run of over 3600 miles.
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