The I-5 Drive

If I had a nickel for every time I've traversed what they call "the I-5 Corridor" between Eugene and the Portland area, I'd probably be a rich woman.  Or, at the very least, debt-free.  I can pretty much put the car on auto-pilot and just let it find its own way down or back. 

In the winter, the sky is a uniform lead gray and is usually spitting some kind of precipitation, for the seven or eight meager hours of semi-daylight we are alotted. In mid to late summer, everything goes faded brown from lack of water.  On those days, the trip can run the gamut from perilous to hypnotically monotonous. 

But this time of year, when there are showers and sunbreaks, thunderheads and "sucker holes" (big patches of blue sky between storms), rainbows and cloud creatures, it can be like a 2 1/2 hour blockbuster on a REALLY big screen...