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The Long Way Home to Myself
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Tomorrow we get back on track. After a lovely stay with my brother and his family, I am ready to get going. I’m telling that to myself. I’m tired, I’m not necessarily in the best head space, it’s cold and getting colder, and the endpoint is home. Home where I don’t want to face reality.…
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Got to my hotel on Chincoteague island but I was a bit early so I thought I’d get some lunch. Nobody open. McDonald’s was even closed. But there were cars in the parking lot. It was very bizarre. Finally got to a sub shop and they told me the power was out. Blown transformer. Just…
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Another fairly long day, interstates and state highways. Nothing unique, nothing particularly North Carolina about it. It could have been almost any state. Out west I was surrounded by massive mountains that you could see from miles away, reminding you that the earth was exploding and running into itself and pushing up huge landforms. You…
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Today’s post header image is from my first night, in South Dakota. That was an awful long time ago. If Tybee island was the middle class ocean dream holiday, then Wrightsville Beach Island is the upper classes stuffy ocean dream holiday. Honestly I haven’t seen a ton of it, so I can’t really judge it.…
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Today was the third longest day on the trip at 376 miles. The second longest was from Phoenix to Las Cruces and the third longest has yet to come… The text I send to family was “It took a lot of driving, but I found another ocean. I don’t think this one is as big.”…
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A few last thoughts about New Orleans. Managed to get out and get to Cafe Du Monde for juice and coffee. Loved that hotel. The shower was one of those sunflower looking things that mimics rain, except the water falls too lightly to get. a proper shower – but this one had pressure! The controls…
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In a city where people smoke cigarettes and greet friends with hugs or bro hugs, I found my soul refilling and my spirit recharging. I found some peace. If this post is a bit woo woo, well, it’s New Orleans and I can hear the bell tolling the hour as I write. I was walking…
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The Great Crossing is complete! Not only did I completely cross Texas, but I hit 6,000 miles. Part of that may have to do with the fact that I used state highways almost exclusively. The interstate is just too much. Two brutal lanes of trucks and passing and speeders and minivans. Yes, you get to…
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Another long day. 350 miles or so. Almost all of it was on state highways, and that’s totally the way to go. They have a ton of passing lanes, and those cute little towns and so on. Also worth noting that only idiots like me take state highways any great distance. So whomever may be…
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Hit 5,500 miles the day after hitting 5,000 miles. So it begins! I’m working hard to avoid the interstate highways because I get too competitive. State highways are interesting, often lonely, and pass through interesting little towns and areas. Before I left the interstate for some lovely and lonely state highways, I went through El…
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