DAY 11 - "The last leg."

And just like that, we have returned to the City of Angels.

4,230 miles, 15 states, 11 days, many martinis, more laughs…albeit, not the fastest nor most direct path from Gray, Maine, to Los Angeles, California, but that’s the point, right?

Our last day in the car was peacefully uneventful, driving through absolutely barren parts of Arizona and Southern California.  It gave us some time to quietly reflect on the trip and start thinking about re-entry.

I’m not sure if we were ready for the trip to end, but once that final day arrives, the mind can’t help but shift a little, bearing the weight of incoming, unavoidable obligations.  Ugh…

But…we have these great memories of another wonderful adventure.  And I’m pretty sure we don’t even hate each other yet!

A huge thank you to Steven and Nancy for putting up with me and David.  We don’t deserve you.

And cheers to all of you for coming along with us!

It really does make it more enjoyable to read your comments and get to introduce anyone who interacts with a post; I get to tell YOUR story to the car.  It’s “worlds colliding” in the best of ways.

I’ll leave you with this phenomenal cherry on top…

When we landed in Sherman Oaks, David and I unloaded all of our stuff from the Volvo, onto the sidewalk in front of the apartment. 

As we were sorting all of David’s bags (seriously, it’s like Del Griffith, but with multiple trunks…), Steven turned the car around and lurched directly into the curb in front of me.  Bwahahaha!  The king of the curb check strikes again!  Priceless.

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I’m not sure if he wins or loses, but it sure does bring me joy.

Here’s to adventurous spirits.  Here’s to good friends.  Here’s to you.

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