My next big trek was at least twice as long as the first when I returned to Texas from California, taking a detour through Wisconsin. This trip I made solo. Insane? Yes. Refer to my homepage.
This trip started in San Francisco in August of 1995 and headed East out to Reno. I then crossed the state of Nevada and got half way through Utah before stopping for the night with a friend of my boss, by the name of Al Davis. My boss had suggested I get in touch with him since I was going through Salt Lake City, but when I did I found he was going out of town for the weekend. "No matter," he said as he gave me directions to his house. There I camped in an empty house, save for a few cats, whose owner I had never met.
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At this point I still didn't have a camera with which to document the trip, but that very night when I parked in Buffalo, WY, I did in fact purchase a cheesy disposable camera. This place had quite a feel. My room was its own little building, and inside it looked like a log cabin, complete with cabinesque decor. Buzz slept outside that night.