tiredWe picked up one of the chalky rocks that fell off of one of the trucks bringing raw material to the Celite plant down the street and Lisa used it to mark where the bottom of the tire was pointing before she began the tire-turning process. It rains so little in Fernley that we don't expect the chalk-marks to wash off for a while.
I left Fernley before Noon today, and did not particularly rush back, making four stops along the way, so it took me more than eight hours to drive the almost exactly 300 miles between Fremont and Fernley. One of the stops was at Fry's in Roseville, where I bought yet another Chairmat; this time it's going to sit in the floor of my van for a while to serve as surface on which to pile things during this ongoing transfer of stuff from Fremont up to Nevada.
