Hello. It’s me!

Well, I’m no longer trapped in a tin can, driving 6,200 miles in 33 days. Our typical Summer trip historically spanned about 5,000 miles, so we really tacked-on the distance for this trip. But now I have nothing to do. I think it is more fun to have nothing to do while riding in a tin can.

And lemme tell ya, on the final day of the trip, we traversed the most desolate area of our Country imaginable. The locals call it “US-160”.

I’m told that the worker with the stop sign drives 133 miles each way to work each day.

Heck, I began to yearn for the good ‘ole times when we’d stop for diesel.

Mom spent a bit of time at Mesa Verde … next time, if we ever take that God-Forsaken US-160 again, Mom wants to actually go visit the cliff dwellings. In lieu of that on this trip, she was banned to the Visitor’s Center.

Speaking of banned, we arrived at the FOUR CORNERS … the place where Arizona, Utah, New Mexico, and Colorado all meet at one point. I wasn’t allowed in (#again). I was not aware how “pet-ist” our country truly is.

We’re told to love our neighbors and to love our enemies, so if somebody wants to keep me out, I’ll send ’em love, #amirite?

That’s our trip, right there, in a nutshell. Thirty-three days away from home. Dear family, dear friends, and an orgy of food enjoyed by Mom and Dad. Dad said he lost 4 pounds on the trip, so take THAT Mediterranean Diet purveyors!

Mom and Dad were so happy with the performance of the RV that they promised me there would be new adventures in the short-term. And that’s a good thing, because it was 111 degrees on Friday and 109 degrees yesterday. Today it was a chilly 103 degrees, cool enough that I could even spend a lot of time outside this morning. For the rest of the day, I really had nothing to do. I’m looking forward to the next trip, truly I am.

Thank you for following along for the past five weeks. It was a wild “ride”, was it not?