When living in Los Angeles, each summer, August, I made my semi-annual trek to Death Valley.
That was hot! After two or three days of real heat in Death Valley, LA felt realitively cooler.
I left friends and family behind in LA. Each year, I ride I-5 down, stopping along the way to visit. Then, after visiting, I return to the relative sanity of PDX via US 395. 395 is a North/South artery along the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada. No motels. Just catching zzz's at rest stops. It's spectacular. Past Reno, there is a high plateau. Clean, air. You can see for miles, on top of the world. Then Oregon!
Eastern Oregon is dry. The geology here is amazing. Sea creature fossils found high in the mts. Surrounded by active volcanoes. The water in PDX, from the tap, is sweet. It compares with Memphis.
Well, every ride, every town has its own beauty and qualities. US 395 is opportunity to open the throttle, ride, free under open skies. Few cops. Light to no traffic.
Not much freedom left here in the land of the free. Too many of us.
War, famine, disease, will reduce the population. It's an historical precedent. Always happens.