The last two days of driving were basically a chant
, “we can make it, we can make it, almost home, almost home, not much farther, not much farther,” etc.
We were all tired and tired of driving.
Don’t get me wrong. We were glad we went and still reminisce of that happy time.
But we were done for.
We really pushed to do as much as possible and ran on adrenaline and excitement. Now we were crashing.
And it’s much harder to drive home farther and farther from the magic and wonder, never knowing if you’ll return, then when you’re driving towards it.
Still, we looked forward to the comforts of home.
Won’t it be nice to…
…Not have to unload equipment every night.
…Get a real, home cooked meal
…Sleep in our own beds
…Not have to drive
…Take a nice, long shower
…Sleep in
…Get online
…Go to church
Be home.
We took a lot of pictures on August 3rd. The area between Albuquerque and Needles was one of the prettiest. Here are those pictures-pretty ones and ones that seem to express the never-ending journey.
August 4th was just basically a continuation of the 3rd. Same attitude, same push. We all agreed that we would drive until we arrived home. It wouldn’t be worth all the time and effort of unloading, or the expense, to sleep three hours from home.
More pictures:
When we finally arrived from our grand adventure a collective sense of relief seemed to permeate the air. Mom was visibly relieved that her driving was done. We had overcome so many obstacles.
I was a bit sad that the mind-boggling adventure was over. I didn’t want to return to my ‘normal’ life.
My cousin, Shayna, who was living with us at the time, had some fun surprises. Everyone’s bedroom door had a little welcome sign. And my parents bed had a male, adult-sized, dressed dummy in their bed.
Shayna is a squeaky clean girl which made the whole thing rather amusing.
The sign on my parent’s door:
We unloaded the bare minimum medical equipment and went to bed as quickly as possible.
The wonderful, seemingly impossible yet oh so real dream journey over.
Two more installments.
The next on Saturday, October 6th –how this trip changed and motivated me. (the 3rd is my 22nd birthday)
Thanks for following along
-Christamae
The Change- Page 39, Post #572