Driving away in our car that overheated twice on the road into Tahoe, we decided no air conditioning. Google maps said we were 8 hours and 3 minutes from home. That won’t be so bad. No air. We can do that.
And we were off down the 395, along the eastern side of the Sierra Nevadas. Up and down, in and around, through towns and spaces we hadn’t seen before. Snow covered mountains, Mono Lake, Independence, Lone Pine, the road to Mammoth, Bishop, Bridgeport, Tom’s Place . . .
And it got hotter and hotter.
Finally, about two hours from home, we relented and turned the air on low. Anxious that we would overheat so so close, I kept an eagle-eye on the thermometer, praying the needle to stay put.
It did and we made it.