Eight thousand three hundred and sixty three [point] seven miles.
With the exception of the last few days which we drove straight across the midwest and back to Connecticut it doesn’t feel like that many miles. What’s most interesting is Stu and I slept probably inches away from each other in the tent and the car and we sat about a foot and a half away from each other for the majority of those miles and yet, undoubtably, we both took significantly different things away from the trip. We met a lot of people, saw a lot of things and together we experienced and did a lot of things that some people only dream about. We spent almost every dollar to our names to do so. No matter where life takes us, whether we end up a few doors down from each other or eight thousand three hundred and sixty three [point] seven miles away from each other, we’ll always have this experience to keep us only a few inches apart.
We were stuck on i80 in Nevada for three hours, there was a massive accident earlier that morning. Everyone was just parked and hanging out in the middle of nowhere.
This is an interesting one, we were driving along the highway and I happened to glance over and see this big truck with a sideless bed towing a camper. On the bed was a welder and a bunch of other stuff and I saw this dog climbing around on all of it and I couldn’t believe the guy would just speed up on the highway with a dog loose in the back. So we kept driving and then this guy flys by us going 95 and I said “Stu that guy has a dog in the back!” Stu did not believe me, so we ‘got on it’ and the jeep struggled to get to 95 mph, and I was able to get one shot off. Low and behold that dog tucked down in the back between the back of the cab and the welder. He is loving life back there.