That

was a hell of a trip to Oregon, I must say. The bus left here in Reno about 9 o'clock, and just before we hit Verdi, about ten miles west of Reno, the goddamned bus died. The bus driver discovered the bus got overheated and quit. The bus quit, I mean, not the driver. This happened for a total of two or three more times. He had to let it cool off for about ten minutes before he could turn it around and go back to Reno. I thought to myself, by the time I got on the bus and got to Sacramento, I'd be so far off schedule I would probably be several hours late getting to Oregon.

So basically I said to myself, fuck it all. I was tired of hearing the jokes about us being the new Donner Party, even though the jokes were funny, but I was tired. When I got to the bus station, I asked to get my suitcase (and hell, I traveled LIGHT for me, with only two bags), and then I took a cab back.

I called my sister, who was in bed, to let her know not to wait for me at the bus station since it might be several weeks before I got in.

I have a month off before returning to work, so I am not sure I will make another try or else just wait until the holidays before trying again.