Despite our speed of only 65 mph (and much slower going uphill), things have recently been changing very rapidly on the bus. 21 days ago we quit being Alaskan Butchers and went back to life on the road. 19 days ago a veggie fuel line cracked and we witnessed the bus come almost to a complete stop going uphill on the Alaskan highway. 18 days ago Jamie had her “almost thirty” birthday with little fanfare. 17 days ago we re-entered the contiguous United States. 16 days ago Dawn finally made a delicious cake for Jamie’s birthday. 15 days ago we visited a new friend in Bellingham, Washington and I made the mistake of eating some questionable Carnitas at a pretty upscale Mexican restaurant. At 4 in the morning (I guess technically 14 days ago) I watched the new Lindsay Lohan movie “Labor Pains”, after puking in a Walmart Super Center toilet. 14 days ago we fixed an air line leak and made our way into Olympia, Washington to visit Stephen Eggleston (I met him online after he stumbled upon my website in search of the actor Bob Snead made famous by his role of operator in the medical alert commercial “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”). 13 days ago I randomly had a beer mid-afternoon in downtown Olympia with the dude who started punkrockpermaculture.com and fought with Dawn about where we wanted to live after we park the bus (still unresolved). 12 days ago we found ourselves in Portland, Oregon visiting my childhood best friend dalas verdugo (I knew him before he officially dropped the second L in Dallas). 11 days ago I ate pork again at another Mexican restaurant, and didn’t get food poisoning. 10 days ago we left Portland and I felt guilty that I didn’t visit any of the new friends I made during our last stint in Portland. 9 days ago we arrived in Reno so that Seth and Jamie could fly to a childhood friend’s wedding in Washington, DC. 8 days ago Dawn and I spent the early morning hours gambling in a Casino for the first time in our lives and won $1500 at the craps table of the Grand Sierra. 7 days ago we lost $150 in the Grand Sierra and I side swiped a street sign in downtown Reno. 6 days ago Dawn, Taylor, and I took the bus to Elko, Nevada so that Taylor could try Basque food (he read about Elko in a book titled “Zack’s Lie”, and it was the only place he requested we visit). 5 days ago we finally arrived in Elko and ate Basque food at the Nevada House restaurant (most memorable dish was the Croquettes which seemed to be deep fried balls of mashed potatoes mixed with sausage). We told our story to the waitress and she got us 30 gallons of veggie oil without us asking! 5 days ago we left a generous tip for the waitress at the Nevada House restaurant. 4 days ago we hiked in the Ruby Mountains and afterwards I realized the bus was hemorrhaging engine oil, about a gallon or more every hundred miles. 3 days ago we made it back to Reno, picked up Seth and Jamie at the airport, lost another $150 at three different casinos, and decided our best options where to park, bury, or destroy the bus somewhere near the Salton Sea, 583 miles away. 2 days ago I sideswiped yet another sign, just before Dawn and I bought a 1981 stick shift diesel Mercedes-Benz 240d for the exact amount we had left from our winnings. The car is named “Reno.” It will soon have dice on the mirror. Yesterday Dawn spent her second day ever at the wheel of a manual transmission vehicle and cut her hair very short. Taylor took a shower. The bus leaked about 6 gallons of oil on a 500 mile trek. Seth drove the bus while Jamie did research for our next stop to add engine oil- Palm Desert, CA. And then – about 10 miles from the exit on I-10 at 10:12pm Walter took his final breath and blew a head gasket. Today we are waiting for the tow truck so that we can take Walter to his eternal resting spot 60 miles away – Slab City.