Staggering (almost literally) into Eureka that Monday night saved our nerves. Oddly, we usually have one day like this on a road trip in which anxiety creeps up to a certain level (because we don’t know where we are and the directions we thought we had proved unreliable) and tension rises. We get through it and afterward it’s as if we’ve purged all the bad joss that might otherwise infect the balance of the trip. Such was our drive over the mountains from Platina to Eureka.
Picking a hotel because of a chain restaurant might also seem arbitrary, but part of the fun of these is to be arbitrary. …