Hello! It’s me.
Looking back, it’s been a great trip. But today was all about crossing the finish line.
To cross the finish line, we had to hop over the Cascades. And the beautiful thing about the Pacific Northwest (or the awful thing) is that you cannot tell the difference between June 16 and February 16.
We hurtled through suburban Bellevue.
And made our way to Anacortes.
Now, you might remember what Dad ate during his trip. This little beauty comes to mind.
But in Anacortes, meals look something like this.
We hopped on to the ferry to go home. I took instruction from the kind staff who guided our rig on to the ferry.
The worker asked me to take the wheel, and steer us into the left lane on the ferry.
It was a tight squeeze, one that requires more than just relying upon mirrors for guidance.
Once we were securely loaded, we headed to the islands.
After traveling 5,713 miles in 28 days … 2,500 miles out, 1,113 miles in Wisconsin, and 2,100 miles home … I hurried down the hill toward our home.
In my next update, I will leave you with a few key thoughts about what 28 days and 5,713 miles in a tin can feel like. But for now, I need rest after crossing the finish line. So let’s have you do some work. How about leaving a comment and telling me what your favorite moment of my trip was?