End of the Line

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Hello. It’s me.

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We’re home. And honestly, I’m not terribly happy. It was 109 degrees when we landed and I didn’t find my neighbor, the lovable “Ligen” who lives next door.

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No more journeys. No more odd campgrounds. No more 300 mile boredom-fests across an unforgiving desert landscape with temperatures well over 100 degrees. No more following “wide loads” on two-lane highways for 40 miles at 40mph, #amirite?

I’ll update you about the final day of our trip and provide a general overview of the most enjoyable trip of my life in a few days. Until then, just look at the napkins at a chain-style eatery in the middle of the desert …

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7 thoughts on “End of the Line”

  2. Yo Dash,

    As a bearded Edmund Gwenn succinctly once opined (#miracleon34thstreet),
    “Home again, Home again, Jiggity Jig”.

    P. S. Love your new floor.

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  4. Well, I guess if the heat and missing Ligen get too depressing, you could always bark endlessly every time you see an RV until Mom and Dad figure it out that YOU NEED to get back on the road… Maybe you could come to cooler SJI, where the sun DOES shine, but not with such heat-producing results. Think about it.
    When are you going to get your own skate board? (I can imagine you at the doggie Olympics rolling along to the gold!) That said, and since I woke up this morning thinking about you, I am glad to hear you are home again, safe and sound!

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