"Yeah, spent most of the last decade getting a tan over on the Pacific Coast Highway. The desk job has made me all white and pasty again in no time flat. I think you had a different face last time I saw you."
Highways knew everyone in a sense. He had a basic knowledge of anyone who traveled his roads. Which made the wandering god rather powerful though that was easy to forget given how he appeared.
"I'm thinking I'd like to take a look at the Atlantic now."
Of course this meant they'd likely end up in the Rockies or Lake Michigan.