Home Is How Far?

“How would you sum up Nebraska?” Ric asks me as we’re pulling out of the West Omaha KOA site.

“Windy!”

“Exhaustion,” is his response.

We had committed to staying an extra night because of the winds.  Yesterday an alert went out to advise drivers to stay off the roads.  A multi-vehicle crash on I-80 was due to blowing dust, causing zero visibility on the highway.

An hour ago, the winds subsided, so we rushed to take advantage of the lull, and now here we are on the road again.

“Our scheduled stop is four hours from here,” Ric says, and then:  “But I think we’ll keep going.  We’re just under 1,000 miles from home.”

“You’re not thinking of driving all the way through?”

“Let’s see.”

Iowasky2We both slept well last night, and we have what we need on board.  I could imagine it if we were younger, and I was an alternate driver.

We leave Nebraska behind and enter Iowa.  The skies are grey and foreboding.  The winds are still a challenge.  The weather doesn’t show any let up in the wind for days.  Behind us there are threats of severe thunder storms with the possibility of tornadoes.

At Victor, Iowa we pull into a rest area and Ric naps.  After an hour and a half, I make us dinner.  We head out again.

Gusts of wind continue to challenge.  Ric has a collection of songs he has downloaded, and he cranks up the volume and we sing along.   In the mix are Christmas carols, and when they show up, we laugh and belt out the words.

Missouri,IAWe enter Illinois.  Just 120 miles outside of Chicago, we pull over and Ric sleeps again.  I try to nap, but it is hot and muggy and bug bites are itching.  It occurs to me that he could be down for the night, and I should be sleeping too, but he wakes up and we’re on the road again.  It is now 11:00 p.m.

Judging by the number of lanes passing through Chicago, the middle of the night is the best time to travel this way.

 

Indianapolis is a blur in the night and then we are in Michigan.

We find a spot at the Michigan Welcome Centre and pull over to sleep.  It is 3:30 a.m.  At 7:30 we are back on the road.

CanadasignWe stop for fuel at Lansing, and I can tell Ric is beyond tired.  He wants to keep going, but I push for another rest area stop, so we pull over just 45 minutes from the border and both sleep.

At 4:00 p.m. we cross back into Canada, and by 5:00 we are set up in our summer location.

We’re home.  Spent, but home.

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10 thoughts on “Home Is How Far?

  1. Funny how “we” head off on an adventure and there are moments throughout where we wish it would never end..but then as soon as we turn home, the draw is incredible. Glad you made it safely and I hope you get your needed rest!

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  2. Whew! That was quite the drive home. Welcome back! You reminded me of our decision to drive right back to Toronto from New Brunswick at the end of a family road trip east. We had had enough and were looking forward to our own beds. The kids slept on and off in the van and my husband and I alternated. Kudos for Ric for getting you safely home and I wish you a speedy recovery from the journey.

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