So our summer vacation was at an end. We had been on the road a month, had slept three nights in a real bed, roasted in the sun, shivered in the cold, survived gray and wind and rain, managed to avoid biting fly season in the Upper Peninsula, slapped many mosquitos and tweezed a few ticks, visited friends, visited family, eaten well, slept hard.
Now it was time to leave that cottage on that hill on that lake and go home.
It was a five day trip home with one-night-stops at campgrounds in Indiana, Illinois, Arkansas, and Texas. The “camping” was of the no-nonsense arrive-eat-sleep-eat-depart variety.
At the end of day five with 30 minutes to go, Izzy suddenly knew where she was. She watched our progress intently and sniffed incessantly anticipating her home.
And so now, 1455 miles after leaving Michigan, we are at home back in Texas.