$0: Home, Sweet home.
I left Jackson Center at 7am, knowing that Hurricane Florence was on my heels.
Exactly in line with my route. I only had to stop once due to extreme rain. My set-up handles wind fine, so I wasn’t too affected.
And after a long, long day, I arrived home.
My next post will take a lot of math calculations. I’ll break down the cost of gas, campgrounds, miles, repairs, etc… My mom (the math major) has been awaiting this post with bated breath, so I want to to be sure my figures are correct.
In a nutshell, the trip was 14,000 miles. That’s the distance to China and back (if there were a road) . Whew.
Ten weeks, although I feel like I had 20 trips in one.
Even today, two months later, little things will jog my memory back to a snippet of the trip I had forgotten. Some little place, or camping neighbor. When I look back through my blog, especially the photos and videos, I get a tear in my eye.
Was I really there? Could a place that beautiful be real? Yes, I was. Yes, it can.
There’s a lot more to unpack than my trailer.