…twenty-two states. It was nothing short of awesome.
This morning, we’ll drive a few more hours, then we’re back home. I have a truckload of pictures to upload to Picasa — that is, after we cart in the truckload of luggage, gifts, food, computers and other sundries that have lived in our car for the last three weeks, and of course, after putting my feet up on the couch, turning on the air conditioning, and catching up on the last two episodes of True Blood I missed.
Speaking of missing — longer than three weeks, as I alluded to in a previous post, might be just a hair too lengthy of an absence for my liking. Last year, I think we were gone 17 days, and it was fine. This time, I found myself flirting with weariness on occasion. I didn’t like that. I think I just missed my family and friends (and the dog). I’ll also admit that music and choreography for Dinner Theatre occupied my brain more than once. I need to get back to my routine.
But all of that doesn’t diminish the absolutely fantastic, life-changing experiences we had this trip. We saw so much beauty; it was sometimes hard to take it all in. What a gas! It was fabulous all around. And thanks to all my RtB fiends for reading, commenting, and following along.
Next summer: the New England Odyssey. Plans are already forming.
Fink, homeward bound