Up and out,
down
495 and
93
for
what may indeed be the last time in
quite a while,
dropping Carol off for her free JetBlue flight home,
then
delivering car to
point of origin,
and self to related, insofar as this local area is concerned.
Away! --
a San Franciscoesque fog over the Atlantic,
then above the
Great Lakes
once
more,
Minnesota,
South
Dakota,
Wyoming,
Idaho,
Utah,
Nevada
(hot in the galley but
cold in the cabin -- "For God sake, look after our people"..),
California --
at last.
Not so fast: the automatic door opener won't work, and evidently the battery needs a jump.
After a fruitless wait for AAA, realize that surely this must happen off and again on the 7th level of San Francisco Long-Term Parking, and -- sure, enough -- this must be the case, as one of the attendants comes to the rescue with a power pack.
And, in the short time this takes, significantly more to pay re the lingering, but, at least on the way... and a very late return on the 88th day of summer, high 89 at home, a violently lower 62 in San Francisco, 72 Boston, 78 Haverhill....
