In Rocky Point Oregon, sunny and 42F at 10AM
We are home, and “home run” can mean more than one thing. First, the trip was a classical “Home Run”, meaning a great success. Secondly, we “ran home” pretty darn fast once we were heading that way. The weather was spring-like throughout the west, completely unpredictable.
I have been trying to keep up with fellow bloggers, many of them Canadians, who are also on the trek home. Many of them are meandering, with a month or so to get north. Others are bookin’! I especially loved reading about Peter and Beatrix’s homecoming. Sheesh. Made me really appreciate coming home to Rocky Point with just gray skies, a skiff of snow here and there, but nothing to speak of on the ground. Lucky us.
With high winds predicted all along our route from Edward’s AFB north, along highway 395, we hunkered down for a day, waiting for a break. The morning we left, things were reasonably quiet, and we traveled north towards the back side of the Sierras without any difficulty.
We had seen several reader boards touting high wind advisories, and when I had access to the internet, I saw chain requirements on several stretches of 395. Somehow we missed all the bad stuff, both before us near Mammoth when we got through without chains which were required later that night, and the next day when we waited long enough for the chain requirements to be lifted north of Susanville.
In spite of all the dire warnings, the trip home was a piece of cake! Sometimes our luck is so incredible I have to trust that it is someone watching over us more than mere luck. We drove 350 miles or so the first day before spending the night at Silver City RV Resort in Minden, and completed the second leg of our route home with ease the next day.
For me, coming home was a bit strange. I felt completely loose, ungrounded, disconnected and weird. I suppose that is to be expected after more than 3 months away, but it didn’t seem to bother Mo in the least. We were both really happy to be home, but I was rather disoriented. Today I am fine. It took a day or so, and a hug from my daughter and granddaughter for me to come down to earth, but now everything feels normal again.
Recapping the trip, going over the numbers, helps me to put it in better perspective. We traveled 9,179 miles/14,772 km in the MoHo, with an additional 2,500 miles of explorations in the Tracker. Our total fuel cost was $4,179.55 an average of 46 cents per mile. Fuel for regular gas ran the gamut from 2.99 at the lowest in New Mexico and 4.99 the highest on the California border.
We camped 84 nights (not counting our 8 days on a cruise ship) with an average cost per night of $17.39. Our expensive campgrounds in Florida were offset by several nights boondocking and discounted National and Passport America parks.
Now it is time for doing taxes, starting on the winter yard cleanup, putting away the Christmas tree decorations, and getting ready for Easter with the family here at home. Today I’ll fill the bird feeders for the birds that are returning. The hot tub water is balancing nicely and tonight will be our fist soak under the stars in a long time.
I have some amazing memories of the trip, images in my mind that stick and come to me when I am still. I also have an untold number of images on the computer to go back to when I want to remember our travels. There are a few days and some great experiences that I didn’t manage to write about during the trip, and those stories are waiting in the wings, but they will be backdated as catch-up posts.
Any fears we had about being gone for three months never materialized, but it was a long time to be away from home. I am not sure we will do that again. A month or two at a time might be enough for us in the future. For me, the most noticeable feature about traveling for that length of time is the ability to live in the moment, not worrying much about anything except where the next stop might be, or the next hike.
Life does require a bit more than that when back in the “real world”. Unlike full timers, we didn’t take much of our “real world” with us, leaving those concerns back home and putting most everything on hold. Sure, we had the internet, and Quicken, and a printer when we needed it.
We had telephones for communication, and yet when I talked to my closest friend Maryruth in California a couple of days ago, she exclaimed, “I am so glad you are home! I missed you!”. We both laughed about how different it felt to talk on the phone from home than it did from our “vacation” home. Just different somehow. My daughter said the same thing yesterday when we had lunch together in Klamath Falls. I can’t explain it, but I am glad I am home, really home.