So the westward journey continues, and right now I'm at a Best Western in Burley, Idaho. Burley's alright. They've got at least one black person here, an all-day breakfast restaurant open till 1am (which is better than big city Cambridge, Mass) and a rather large mountain just outside my window

We've got about 675 miles left to get to Tacoma, and then it's time to explore -- finding grocery stores and furniture and the police department. You know, the usual.

Yesterday we had some fun drama as my sister freaked out that she hadn't heard from us since friday evening. My girlfriend actually called the state troopers about us! Never ever call the police on black people driving through Nebraska. It makes the locals nervous