Sunderland.
I got here within 15 minutes of when I told Dan that I would be here... pretty damned good, for a SWAG... Scientific Wild-Ass Guess.
To get here, however, I had to go over a big f***ing bridge. I really wasn't expecting it, but I made it over by simply focusing on the license tag of the car ahead of me, no glances to the left or right, 'cause that would mean looking.... down. From really, really high up. I don't *do* really high up. I *hate* really high up, I truly do. Hell, if I'd 'a' known that I was gonna hafta go over a bridge that high I might as well have flown out here.
Well, it really wasn't *that* bad, I guess.
The really bad thing about the bridge was the drive previous to that. Yep, it was a pretty crappy day, weather-wise. Rained all day, and *foggy* in the mountains. Yep, I missed seeing the beautiful mountains, but I did see some beautiful trees... those within about a hundred yards from the road, anyways.
It was great arriving, though. It's been way too long since I've seen Dan and Lynn. And Sam, too.
I'm gonna make an early night of it, my hosts have already retired for the evening, and I pretty much feel like I've been beaten on. Driving in the rain is really tension-producing.
19:54...
Well, I'm really too wound up to go to sleep, or to read, either... and the internet connection here is pretty slow. However, it's not costing me anything, and it's not nice to complain abou the value of free, is it?