I felt like Forrest. . . Forrest Gump yet again. I think that I have a thing for Tom Hanks. I've referenced and thought about Forrest Gump and CastAway several times during this trip. I got to a certain point and said to Ginge, "It's time to go home."
Alaska was not going to happen (this trip) and Ginger was ready so we began our 1940 miles journey back east from the Arches National Park in Utah to Martinsburg, WV.
This was a rare time because during our trip out west we barely traveled any Interstate highways - back roads the entire way out and WHEW, what a difference.
Sure, I wanted to get back east to get Ginger home so I was trucking on ... doing 400 - 500 miles per day. It was exhausting and extremely un-pleasurable. Traffic, speed and fatigue made for a grumpy Deb. Honestly, how dare I be grumpy? For goodness sake, I'd just experienced an incredible couple of months on the road.
We traversed a mere 1940 miles. . .in 4 days. YIKES this s NOT anyway to travel.
Not much sight seeing in Arizona, Colorado (although the mountains were lovely), Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Ohio and Pennsylvania. (We'd seen some great areas of Ohio and Pennsylvania on our way out).
With the exception of one night at a lovely RV park in an Iowa cornfield (Kellogg's) we stayed at truck stops - again, not nice but free and we were on a mission to get home.
AND. . . we arrived in West Virginia on Tuesday, September 8th. Yippidee doooo dah. I'll hang here for a week or so and then head north. I'm going to do some solo camping for a week or so in northern Pennsylvania and then head back to Maine where I'll figure out next steps. I'll keep you posted, for sure!