Diane, 11:30 a.m., February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line.

Never seen so many trees in my life.

As W.C. Fields would say, "I'd rather be here than Philadelphia."

54 degrees on a slightly overcast day, weatherman said rain.

If you could get paid that much for being wrong 60% of the time, you'd be working.

Mileage is 79,345, gauge is on reserve. Riding on fumes here.

I've got to tank up when I get into town.

Remind me to tell you how much that is.

Lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty one cents at the Lamplighter Inn. That's on Highway 2, near Lewis Fork.

That was a tuna fish sandwich, slice of cherry pie and a cup of coffee. Damn good food.

Diane, if you ever get up this way, that cherry pie is worth a stop.