Thursday.
We want to be closer to Colorado until Becky has her baby. Headed north.
North on 15, east on 70. Pretty simple.
I was just thinking about those triggers for traffic lights. How do you
think they work? First you build the intersection, then you make those cuts
in the pavement where the first car stops. Then the traffic signal is
smart. It knows if there is a car there or not. But how does it know? It
can't be a pressure button. That would be too tricky to manage. Is it a
metal detector? Is it a wire loop and a magnetic field? Who knows? Who do
we know that knows?
Maybe I just want to expand into New Mexico to see if we can do it. That
would be a good enough reason, wouldn't it? We'd probably need a physical
address to put on our letterhead, wouldn't we? I wonder if we could get
anyone in New Mexico to hire us with just a Denver address.
Spent the morning on the beach, had lunch, and headed out. Made it all the
way to Las Vegas. Didn't stay at the fancy resort we stayed at last time.
Picked one closer to the freeway that would provide an easier in and out.
Good WiFi connection here. Works just like it's supposed to.
As soon as we left the coast, the air got crummy again. White and hard to
see through. Limited visibility through Riverside. It cleared up at
Barstow, 190 miles into the trip.
Saw a sports car stretched into a limousine.
The weather at the beach was mild. Seventy-five during the day, and
sixty-five at night. Now we're back to the hundreds again for a couple
days.
A three hundred mile day.
Tomorrow. Green River, Utah.
