Day 22.

You can’t go to Portland without stopping at Stumptown for coffee.

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All my emotions hit me at once as I was driving out of Portland. 22 days into this trip. I’ve driven south, west, north, and now east as I begin the trek back to Boston. Everything is a mixed feeling. I want to go home; I want to keep doing this forever. I’m incredibly lonely; I just want to be alone in the middle of nowhere.

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The drive to Boise was filled with flat plains and rolling hills, nothing like the crisp mountains I’d been driving through days before.

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I crossed another time zone and it was nearing sunset when I got to my hotel. I showered and quickly walked toward downtown, to grab at least a few photos.

Saw this. Got homesick.

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I grabbed dinner and a drink before wandering back to my hotel bar for another drink. I’m pretty partial to the Modern Hotel.

Today: Driving to Sun Valley/Ketchum to get a little Hemingway in me, then Yellowstone.

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Morale: Mixed

Food Rations: Hotel breakfast I love you.

Soundtrack: Madeleine Peyroux, Dreamland

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