Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

It took five hours to get to Pittsburgh from New York on I-80.

For the first half of the journey, Pidan was peering out the window from the passenger seat, but for the second half, he lay still on the seat.

Chen Yiran was very familiar with Pidan's habits. When Pidan lay down, he quickly found a resting area and took him for a walk.

There was no way around it; if we drove for another hour, I would definitely throw up in the car.

Upon arriving in Pittsburgh, we visited the Kimpton Hotel, which had received good reviews online. It's a pet-friendly luxury hotel and part of the InterContinental group. The front desk even provided Pidan with a dog bowl and a bag of treats. The room was worth the price; the $400 suite offered a direct view of the Mononga Hilla River.

Chen Yiran tossed the preserved egg into the room and went out to find something to eat: Primanti Brothers, a Pittsburgh landmark. The sandwiches were stuffed with meat, saladd cabbage, tomatoes, pickles, and French fries—all crammed into the bread. Each sandwich felt like a brick in his hand. The taste wasn't bad, but it was hard to understand why it was considered a city landmark.

The next day at noon, we tried another local specialty: lazy Polish dumplings filled with sauerkraut. They were quite good.

After a satisfying meal, Chen Yiran carefully examined the road and decided not to continue along I80 to Chicago.

Because he wanted to take a detour to the Grand Canyon, he planned to drive south from Pittsburgh, first to Washington, D.C., and then to the entrance of the Blue Ridge Highway.

Lanling Highway is a dream road that Chen Yiran always wanted to visit in her past life, but ultimately never did.

This is a national scenic highway designed specifically for sightseeing, built along the ridge of the Blue Ridge Mountains, running through Virginia and North Carolina.

Chen Yiran and Pidan spent two full days in the Great Fog Mountain. The scenery there was truly breathtaking. The mountain mist was like a dream.

Leaving here and continuing into the Blue Ridge Mountains, the journey becomes even more magical.

The peculiar blue mist gives one a sense of unreality.

Afterwards, I stayed one night in Nashville, Tennessee.

This place is known as a music city, with bars and live music everywhere. There's a street called Broadway lined with country music bars, where people start playing guitar and singing from noon onwards. The pubs on the street don't even close their doors, letting all kinds of music stream directly into the street.

Chen Yiran took Pidan for a walk around Broadway. Pidan didn't react much to the music; his attention was mainly on the broken hot dogs that other people had dropped on the roadside.

Nashville's famous street food is called Hot Chicken, which is fried chicken topped with a layer of chili sauce that's incredibly spicy. Chen Yiran, who can't handle spicy food very well, didn't even try it.

Take I-40 from Nashville and head west.

Memphis is now showing signs of becoming one of the worst cities in the US, with an exceptionally poor urban landscape. Chen Yiran only dares to stay in the remaining affluent areas. She found a highly-rated restaurant and had BBQ there; their grilled ribs are famous, the dry-smoked kind, without sauce. Actually, it's similar to the kind in Texas, and there are many similar ones across the US.

Later, while passing through Amarillo, Texas, we originally planned to check out the famous Big Texan Steak Ranch, but since Pidan had already started nagging, we skipped it. Anyway, there are plenty of good steak restaurants, and he wasn't going to get the free reward of eating 72 ounces of steak in an hour (about 4 pounds).

After entering Arizona via I-40, the scenery begins to change.

After leaving the Blue Ridge Highway, the route through Oklahoma and northern Texas is mostly flat plains, endless grasslands and cattle ranches; you can drive for hours on end. Red rocks begin to appear in New Mexico, but they are still scattered.

Once you enter Arizona, all you see is red.

The soil and rocks on both sides of the road were all rusty red, occasionally interspersed with layers of grayish-white stone. The further north you drove, the higher the terrain became, and the drier and cooler the air became.

Then we arrived at the famous tourist attraction, the Grand Canyon.

The entrance to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon is next to the town of Tusayan. Chen Yiran fastened the leash of the preserved egg, picked up the portable water bowl, and headed towards the Mather viewpoint.

This is the only dog-friendly trail on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. It's paved and runs along the canyon edge. Dogs must be on a leash and must be on the land side; you cannot let your dog stand between you and the cliff.

Chen Yiran stopped when she reached the viewpoint at Mather Point.

Although Chen Yiran had seen countless photos and watched numerous videos, and had even visited this place once in her previous life, she still felt a sense of awe standing here again.

Before my eyes, the entire earth seemed to have been cleaved open, with layers of red, orange, yellow, and gray-white hues stacked down from the rock beneath my feet, stretching for more than a dozen layers all the way to the northern edge opposite, a distance of tens of kilometers.

It looks like it was hacked open; the wound is tens of kilometers wide and nearly two kilometers deep.

There's a thin line at the bottom of the valley; that's the Colorado River.

It's hard to imagine that this river could cut the earth like this.

But it is indeed this dry land that has eroded the stone over millions of years, with water gradually cutting it down bit by bit. The harder parts of the stone are cut more slowly, while the softer parts are cut more quickly, which is why the valley walls are stepped, one layer upon another.

Walking west along the Rim Trail from Mather Point to Yavapai Point is about a mile. There were quite a few people on the trail, young and old, speaking various languages.

Pipi, the little puppy, is very popular. After all, it's America. If you say your dad has passed away, people will offer you some words of comfort. But if you say your dog, which you've had for over ten years, has passed away, that's a different story.

Aww, omg, all sorts of heartbreaking sounds will fill your ears.

I stood on the Yavapai Point viewpoint for a while longer. The angle here is more directly facing the depth of the canyon, and you can see the changes in light and shadow at the bottom of the valley. After the sun sets in the west, the color of the rock layers changes from rusty red to deep purplish red.

I took photos from various angles with my camera, and with the help of others, I also took a few pictures of the preserved egg. The preserved egg was squatting on the ground licking its paws, with the Grand Canyon in the background. It had a rather absurd feel to it.

I sent photos to my parents before, and they complained that I didn't take any pictures of Pidan, so I got criticized. This time, I took a bunch of photos from different angles and poses.

Afterwards, we went to Monument Valley, a classic symbol of the western wilderness, where several towering pillars stand on the desolate red earth.

The highest point is said to be 3 meters high; it's a naturally formed landscape, yet it feels like an altar.

After taking photos, we started walking towards Las Vegas.

This road is a desert highway, with cacti and sand on both sides, and an occasional gas station.

Upon arriving in Las Vegas, we didn't stop but instead bypassed the city and continued north.

After all, Chen Yiran is only 18. Let alone gambling, even staying in a hotel is difficult for him. Several high-end hotels under MGM do not allow those under 21 to check in on their own.

He only learned about the rules when two Chinese students asked him for help while he was playing here in his past life.

Now when he goes there, he has to walk his dog in the hotel lobby and ask for help; it's so embarrassing.

Although he felt that with Jasmine's help, he should be able to win easily, it was really unnecessary.

From Las Vegas, take I-15 north, then turn onto US-50.

US-50 has a nickname: the loneliest highway in America. For hundreds of miles, there's practically nothing. Gas stations are often spaced sixty or seventy miles apart. Fortunately, the Cayenne has decent range on a full tank, so Chen Yiran filled it up in every town he visited.

After crossing the mountains of Nevada, the terrain gradually rises, and pine trees and snow begin to appear.

Lake Tahoe was the last destination Chen Yiran was looking forward to on this trip.

Lake Tahoe is the largest alpine lake in North America, measuring 22 miles long and 12 miles wide, with an elevation of approximately 2,000 meters.

Brown soil had already emerged near the road and buildings, while the woods a little further away were all white. The lake wasn't frozen, and it was an almost blackish blue. This lake was indeed an abnormally blue color, because it was nearly two thousand feet deep and the water was extremely clean, so sunlight only reflected blue light through it.

The photos and videos are beautiful, but they are hard to describe the colors I saw; they just don't look real.

Chen Yiran parked the car in the parking lot next to Kings Beach. There weren't many people on this beach in March, and there was still some snow on the sand. Pidan got out and stepped on the sand, then shivered from the cold and followed Chen Yiran toward the lake.

Looking out from Kings Beach, the mountain ridges on the opposite south shore are clearly visible, and they are all white in winter.

Pidan walked to the water's edge, smelled the lake water, and then sneezed.

I walked along the lake for twenty minutes and took a bunch of photos. Most of them were of the lake and snow-capped mountains, and two of them were of the paw prints that the preserved egg left in the snow.

Chen Yiran stayed here for two whole days, only realizing how much she cherished it when the trip was over.

Because leaving this time means returning to the hustle and bustle of the city, and there are a bunch of things to do like renting a place, which is very annoying.

Sometimes I think, why not set my goals so high? If I just wanted to be a rich man, Chen Yiran would live a very carefree life.

But if that's the case, people will probably be unwilling to accept it when they reach middle age.

"Jasmine, you'll be getting ready for work in a few days. You've been playing all these days and driving, so you haven't had a chance to get any exercise. We need to work harder from now on."

Okay, we can start anytime. In fact, we can start working tonight.

"No, I need to be in good shape to drive to Silicon Valley tomorrow. It'll take a few more days to find a place to live once we get there. Let's talk about it after these few days are over."