My journey North and back was dominated by my swollen face. It was very bad and made it difficult to talk, to eat, to whistle etc. I also felt miserable. A pity. As fate would have it, lots of old friends were clustered around the Port Townshendish area and I did not go to see any of them due to my shame, vanity and overall discomfort.

So I gently trundle South through Washington, Idaho, Nevada and finally back to California. My cheek gently deflates as the days pass. I feel ever more gleeful as we bumble through incredible ountryside .

I camp in amazing places and spend 2 or3 days in some particularly fine spots.

I avoid all major roads and zig zag my way through thousands of miles of empty country.

I cook every night over a camp fire with the trusty skillet.

I am away for 15 days of boy scoutery and drive 2,600 miles. Good way to pass the time. Thank you North West for your incredible countryside.

The truck gallantly shepherds me back to San Francisco.

I go down to Stanford to make sure everything is Ok now they have a new President and Provost.