Since May 26, I have travelled 8,037 miles, and both my car (a 2000 Subaru, affectionately titled the Lesburu) and my person are showing signs of exhaustion. I broke down in North Carolina, the car broke down in North Dakota. I got myself back together, and the car begrudgingly hauled me to California, grinding and rattling the whole way. It now sits resting in a driveway. The resting is doing me a world of good, but nothing really for the car, which needs a host of repairs. Fingers crossed on the total. There are no Dairy Queens here (I had fantasies of getting stuck for months in North Dakota and working at one).
In other news, I am collating my lists (numbers, everywhere!) of birds I have seen during the year. It’s a little insane, and I’ll post my progress on Monday. I did not set out to do a big year in terms of bird listing, but now I’m feeling twitchy and wondering if I can clean up certain North American species before the end of 2011. In other other news, I am doing a lot of sketching, and making up some postcards from my journeys.
Above: sketches of California Quail, who entertained me with their daily rounds, parading in front of the window while I was holed up working in NoCal.