I left at 10 am, stopping only for gas, dinner, and two short breaks. At 8pm I had reached the southern outskirts of Portland, Oregon, where I've holed up in a Holiday Inn Express for the night.
As happened the last time I drove through Oregon, within a mile of crossing the state line the rains came. Well, last time it was rain, this time it was snow flurries, but they weren't sticking so it's no big deal. I finished my Mark Steyn audiobook while still in California and am now over 6 hours into Catch 22. I think I'd hate reading that book, but it's fun to listen to.
"Complimentary" breakfast here tomorrow, then get gas, and then next stop: seeing my son the soldier. This has been the most un-Christmas-y Christmas I've ever spent, and I'm entirely OK with that.