Some statistics
This evening, I am going to end one of the most intense adventures of my lifetime. Back in early May, we set forth to see what lay over the horizon. Here we are, forty-eight days later, and I can say that I have covered a great deal of ground, without satisfying the itch.
The odometer will serve as my proof, with 19,136 new kilometers recorded. My GPS shows less, but I neglected to start the silly thing, some mornings. My virtual map will have some holes, but since we were not teleporting, I know that we covered the space in between. Along the way, there was the chance to visit nine provinces and twenty-one states. None exhaustively…
The mystery of the gas pump zip code query was mastered, and we can tell the difference between a big and a small Diesel dispenser, at sight. We never ran out of fuel. Or DEF (that’s a really good thing). The dog escaped once, and returned under his own volition.
Despite the reputation of our neighbours, I saw nobody with a gun, or wrapped in a flag, or trying to build a wall. Those flags were everywhere, though. Their Interstate system is excellent, and relatively free of tolls and unexpected dead ends.
We rode on three different ferries, one in international waters. The dog was rarely welcome in the “cool” areas, so we stayed outside where it was cool by design. My four encounters with the excise man left me unscarred and only a little poorer… about those grapes, though. We’ll probably head out on the highways, after the summer rush ends. At our end, nothing broke, or got broken into.
And in closing, let me quote from a classic movie: “I’m so glad to be at home again!’
