You know what was one of the most wonderful things about being home after four weeks? It was sitting in a regular armchair! Hadn’t done that during the trip and it was a simple pleasure that I immediately enjoyed upon setting foot in the house.
We really pushed it driving the last leg. Even Hudson was excited. When we got within about 10 miles of the house He woke up, started sniffing the air as if he smelled familiarity, and got up in the shotgun seat to look straight out the windshield, something he hadn’t really done the whole trip. He knew we were close, and when we finally pulled into the driveway, he LEAPED out of Fred the RV and into my wife’s arms (practically tearing out her knee and knocking her over) and then started running around the yard yelling, “Home, Home, Home!” (Well not exactly, but I’m sure he was THINKING that!)
It really was the trip of a lifetime. I did it this way because I wanted Hudson to accompany me and I wasn’t comfortable flying him on a plane, especially with the air traffic control/government shutdown problems. I’ll admit the slog to get to The West was long, both ways, but all in all MORE than worth it! I have stories and photos enough to fill 30 scrapbooks, but all the photos and anecdotes in the world couldn’t begin to describe what Hudson and I saw and experienced, really.
Suffice it to say that if ever you have a chance to see our country the way we did, TAKE IT!
And for those of you who were interested enough to follow our journey here, THANKS for your patronage and friendship! May God bless you, and May God bless America.
Grumps Out…
