I had a long day. Twelve hours, mostly on the road. I did take one break. But not in Circleville to chase down Butch Cassidy.
I was still on a roll at that point. And hadn't hit construction. You know those orange barrels they use to mark construction zones? Well, in Utah they have miles and miles and miles of them. That would be understandable, somewhat, except there's no equipment or workers for most of those sections of highway. I really don't get it. I had a 20 minute or so wait at one point because they had just one lane going both ways so only a few of us could go at a time. People were getting out of their cars and kids were playing in the ditch. Go figure. I won't even go in to what driving through Salt Lake City was like. Remind me to never complain about Phoenix traffic again. lol