vacation, the journey home

Every time I drive thru Oregon, it’s either grey and overcast, raining (usually cats/dogs), or foggy as hell. This time, it’s foggy as hell. Greyhound trip so far is awful as usual. I had to change busses because of the loud, drunk woman in front of me. This new bus is much better. I just hope that the driver-in-training that Greyhound drafted into service at the last minute can get us to where we have to go.