Sunday November 18th, 2018 (full photo album here)
I woke up, and we had a large breakfast after some all-important dog petting and corralling:
This was important because the truck needed some tender loving car, and also some hard love. The frustrating but hopeful reality… those check engine lights from the day before were all gone, we could not get them to come back, and could not narrow the lights and codes down to a source. [As explained in the previous post, this would not be fully resolved until January 2019.] At the time, it was positive – the truck seemed likely to make it home without hiccups, and that was great.
The pre-planned maintenance was the next order of business. I knew that the tires on my truck, with close to 67,000 miles on them, were VERY much in need of replacement. This process was made easier by Rick’s shop and the lift therein…
… but only when we got them off did I fully comprehend how bad the tread was, and on the inside edges in particular:
Not to put too fine a point on it: with all the weight I was carrying, and the intensity of those Canadian unpaved “roads” a week prior in Labrador… it is approaching miraculous that I did not have a flat tire on the entire trip. I had those extra 2 spare tires, so 2 weeks ahead of time I had Rick order 2 additional tires. We swapped those new tires onto the stock wheels, leaving me with 2 empty brand new wheels (plus the original, untouched spare tire), and then did a transmission fluid flush. The truck was ready for another grand trek. But I would have to settle for the relatively short road home to Ohio.
I wished Rick and his wife well and thanked them both again, deeply. I was looking at the sun disappearing over the horizon, and recognized that, try as I might to fight it, I would need to depart and therefore be on the final drive for my grand trek.
It seemed reasonable to capture a snapshot of those “mountains” closest to home, the foothills of the Appalachians, as I zoomed north and west:
I had the time and wherewithal to squeeze in one final thing to see, and it was a damned good one. After years of driving by it on my way to and from Washington DC for college, I was going to go and pay homage to the holy city of one of my favorite films of all time. I was going out of my way to visit Gobbler’s Knob in Punxsuatawny PA.
I knew, as the snow flew down over me and then the rain took over for its own shift… I knew I would get there far too late and without anything close to sufficient natural lighting to get a decent picture.
I did not care.
It took a bunch of tries, but I got a halfway decent photo in the drizzling sky’s tears, showing me with my color-matched sweatshirt and the official sign for the place:
Passers-by may have diagnosed me as crazy, as I ran back and forth to the camera to adjust it. They may well have been correct. I did not care. On the end of the trip which often felt as though it was going to keep going on forever and ever so long as I kept setting up that tent and then driving for hours the next day… I had visited the nexus of such eternal dispositions. I could go home, finally.
The final 3 hours of my trip passed by almost imperceptibly. The rain and fog intermixed themselves with sleet and sometimes a touch of snow.
On 11/18/2018, at exactly 10:35pm, I made it home safely. I reached this final stop with an odometer reading 67,831 miles; under my own power; with all of the gear still affixed to the truck, and some 4 months older and 40 years wiser. I was even nearly 45 lbs lighter than when I started. But these are all details, to be explored in the next summarizing post to come.
At that moment, I took a look at what I saw, and knew that I was home safely…
… and I had succeeded at my lofty, unreasonable goals.
Unpacking [of material goods, new ideas, worries and hopes] would happen later of course. For that moment, it was sufficient to take my CPAP and pajamas into the house with me. A bed and a desk awaited me, maybe a bit more dusty than when I departed…
… but things were different, somehow. Imperceptibly, in some ways and more blatant in others.
I was far too tired and scattered to do much of anything besides brush my teeth and then crawl into a bed NOT mounted atop a pickup truck.
I don’t think I needed to do too much more.
I had made it home, safe and sound. 109 days of trip, over 33,000 miles of driving. A continent explored, with a stroll into Mexico, all 13 provinces in Canada, and all 50 of the US states (with the federal District of Columbia thrown in for good measure!). Incredibly, I had set out to do something unreasonable and maybe unwise, and I had succeeded fully.
Behind me was a colorful and vibrant jaunt around the states AND the provinces.
Difficult to discern if I was walking from teethbrushing to bed with a newly earned swagger, or exhaustion-induced stumbling. I think the balance is tipped towards swagger, if the growing panache of my storytelling and conversations of the past months were any indication.
Analysis of any sort at the time was lost in a roiling sea of emotion.
I was home safely.
My grand trek was over and done.