Today is the last day. It’s hard to believe, and yet, in some ways, I’m ready to be home. I didn’t sleep very well last night. The thunderstorms had Pepper anxious and she was pacing in the bus. And I was laying in bed thinking about the trip, thinking about being home, and wondering what it would feel like to back.
After breakfast we headed out. Our detour for the campsite had taken us south or Rawlins to Saratoga and while the navigation system in the bus wanted me to backtrack to Rawlins, mom suggested taking the scenic route over the Snowy Range and into Laramie. That turned out to be a fantastic suggestion. We headed east on 130. The route takes us through beautiful mountains and we stop at the top of the pass for some photos.
Also at the top of the pass is a memorial for 66 people who died on a United Airlines flight that crashed into Medicine Bow peak in 1955, making it one of the worst aviation crashes up to that point. More info here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Airlines_Flight_409
We head down the pass, into Laramie, and then again take the scenic route to Fort Collins via US-287. We stop at the Colorado border for some photos and make sure we get Pepper in the photo as well:
The rest of the drive is uneventful. I dropped mom off at home and then drove to my house. I pulled up in front of the house and parked the bus. Pepper seemed confused to be home. I decided to only unload the valuables today and relax the rest of the afternoon before going to meet friends for dinner.
It’s nice to be home, but also feels a little out of place. The house is a bit of a mess from moving things out of the bus, but not knowing where I’m going to put them yet. Pepper is definitely confused. She keeps following me around the house. I think she has gotten used to having me within a few feet at all times for the last two months and now that we have all this space to spread out in the house (compared to the narrow walkway of the bus) she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
They say it takes 30 days to make a habit, or break a habit, and I think we're both in the habit of living in the bus at this point. I’m sure I’ll settle back into city life, but it will be an adjustment like it was moving into the bus. I’m going rafting with a bunch of friends this weekend, so that will get me up into the mountains again, which will be nice.
I’m planning a summary post with some highlights, favorite moments, and final mileage count that will be coming in the next week or so.