@ 7,577 miles, our trip concludes in lay-low downtown San Diego. My car sits beside a rusted parking meter; a block down, the Amtrak train swings by in a hail of claxon horns. So this really is the end of the line.
It’s quite difficult to say just how significant this whole thing was; there were minor snags and maybe aspects that we’d go about differently next time — we left California with a cooler in the back and bags in the trunk, and returned a disheveled mess, carrying this very peculiar sense of hope. A traveler’s high.
3 and a 1/2 weeks on the road. We’ve found out that the two-lane highways have their own brand of siren song. Something about freedom. And learning to trust yourself.
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Jul 02 Welcome home party.
Jul 03 Focus @ Tapas with Willis, Kat.
Jul 04 Independence Day celebrations, BBQ (haha), fireworks.