Snow!

Well, after 22,478 miles in 6 months including the final 55 hour leg, this gypsy is home. Thanks to everyone who not only entertained me at my destinations, but also texted, skyped, phoned, and chatted with me through it all.

By hour 42, you’ve spent the last two hours convincing the dog that he could totally reach the pedals and still control the wheel. You feel like you’re minutes from closing the deal.

Three things I know about the last 12 hours: If that was a test I failed. Do not count on me in an apocalypse. I could never live in Alaska.

It gets pretty real in hour 36. You start to think about the possibility of just parking at a rest area and living out of your car for awhile…. Just so the driving is over.

Until next summer, that is. ;)

Final leg of the summer of driving initiated. 1300 more miles and I will officially not be in the car again to drive farther than the grocery store. HUZZAH!

I love it when I walk in front of a bunch of truckers and the fly is open on my pants.

I just ordered 3 egg whites, dry wheat toast, and plain oatmeal in a truck stop where they allow smoking. I was looked at funny.

Why yes, the perfect traveling dog dish IS a nacho container from a Race Trac.