My drive is done. I traveled 2,178 miles with a piece of duct tape holding one of my front turn-signals in place, a bike strapped to the back, and as much stuffed in the car as would fit. The last leg of the trip was 875 miles between Abilene, TX and Phoenix.
West Texas is no fun to drive across. Even though the speed limit on I20 up through Midland Odessa is 80 mph you can't get out of there fast enough. It's desolate country and I'm glad we covered a good portion of it before and during sunrise.
The last couple of days here have been a blur. My body still thinks that it's in the Eastern time zone so days seem extra long. I've had a wonderful time meeting some people that I've come to know on FB. The pup has done well integrating into her new "pack". And, most importantly, there was a certain smiling fact here to welcome us as we pulled into the driveway. I still pinch myself from time to time so make sure everything that's happening is real.
Home for me now is Phoenix. Again. It feels nice to be home, but it's different for a number of significant reasons that I really don't want to try to explain right now.
I don't have much more to add at the moment. So much to do to get settled, and then we leave tomorrow for Fantasia Fair. Never a dull moment.... :)