I swear, as soon as we crossed into Idaho border, the conditions of the road deteriorated, fast.
The signs were showing 80mph as the speed limit and for trucks to go 70mph (meaning, me). Oftentimes, the freeway had construction, which closed one direction and had the other direction go down from two to one lanes (so the other direction can use that lane).
It’d go for miles. Hundreds and hundreds of orange cones placed way too close to the broken lines, forcing me to go a little too right to the shoulder. The narrowness of the route, the pressure of being faster than 55mph (man, 70mph is WAY too fast for me) because everyone else is going 80mph, trying not to knock over the cones or having the tow dolly dip into the shoulder on the right- it was a no wonder that I had a nap when we arrived at Boise and another nap when we got here at Twin Falls.
Oh yea, the basket strap for Note’s tires (towing part) has damage to it, thanks to the Idaho road. I swear, it was so bumpy that Note flew few times and my teeth almost cracked as Mer shook.
Today we leave for Utah. Please, god, have the roads be like Oregon.
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