Just a reminder that my iPhone 8 Plus has a great fucking camera. It’s uncannily, unfathomably, annoyingly good. Here are some of the key shots from by far the most dramatic leg of our Missouri-Oregon pilgrimage.
Hawthorn and I were on what was supposed to be the last leg of our cross-country roadtrip to Portland, blasting up the vast, otherworldly Interstate 80, about 90 minutes East of the Utah border. It was late afternoon and we were both beginning to get hungry, so we decided to stop in Rock Springs, which the roadside signage had been emphasizing for a significant distance. Despite its miserly population of less than 25,000, the area is the fourth most populated municipality in the state. (Incredibly, Cheyenne — capitol and most populate of Wyoming — has only 62,845 occupants as of 2014.)
I spied and set course for Exit 104, but hit some kind of massive, traumatic fissure in the asphalt with my XJR’s right-front tire (this will become important information momentarily.) The sort of impact that makes you yell, but doesn’t quite worry you about a puncture or damaged suspension, though perhaps it should have worried me, considering that I’d already destroyed two tires and a wheel in a particularly-harrowing pothole strike in July, back in rural Missouri. Regardless, the twenty-year-old, massively overladen Executive Saloon had already endured so much more than I would’ve expected from it in the past four days of the trip — including the moderately treacherous Loveland Pass near Keystone, CO — that my confidence in its invulnerability had been significantly bolstered.