…on Monday evening, April 28.
That’s the Monday after Boomershoot.
I’m driving again this year — the airline baggage fees for assorted rifles, ammo, and a hundred pounds of bench are prohibitive — and last year, I literally made myself sick driving from the San Francisco Bay Area to Tacoma in one sitting on too little sleep. I spent the evening throwing up in Phil’s bathroom, which was mortifying for me and can’t have been pleasant for him and his wife.
So this year, I was going to take a leisurely trip of two driving days each way. That got cut to one day outbound, but I could still make that a sane 12-hour drive by starting from my brother’s place near Tahoe. No problems, a nice sane drive.
Plus, I desperately want to at least drive through Oregon’s Wallowa Valley, which I’ve been jonesing about since I first discovered wallowamountainproperties.com in 2000 or thereabouts. Again, no problems on the outbound trip if I leave from Tahoe.
Anyway, my wife interviewed for a position with an advisory committee to our City Council, and she got it — but now I have to be back in the Bay Area so I can watch her be sworn in at 7pm on Monday night. This means that my return trip will, once again, be insane.
So, I figure after Boomershoot finishes up at 5 or so on Sunday, I’ll high-tail it back to Trib’s Place and try to get a good four or five hours’ sleep while everyone else enjoys the customary after-Boomershoot feast, while I set my alarm for midnight and jet out of Orofino by 12:30 am. Sixteen hours later, I should be pulling in to our driveway — enough time for me to nap a bit, shower and put on a suit before goin’ to meetin.’
The problem is that I’m not all that likely to be able to sleep at 7 o’clock on Sunday night, so I’m risking a sixteen-hour sleep-deprived drive. I already know what that did to me, and the last thing I want to be is sick at my wife’s ceremony.
So, I’m toying with the idea of leaving Orofino immediately after Boomershoot, driving four or five hours to a burg like McCall or Nampa, catching some shuteye in the cab of the truck (cold) or a motel (warm), and waking at two ayem to a twelve-hour drive back home.
Thoughts? What say ye?