After nearly thirty thousand miles and a year and a half on the road it feels like we’ve completed the circle of our journey. Or at least the first one.

From Portland where we picked up our trailer so many moons ago, down the damp Oregon coast, on to Eureka – just a couple hours away now – it’s feeling more and more like we have come home every day. But then again, home is wherever we park for the night. And I kinda like it that way.

Mountains, caverns, monuments, characters, Maine, Floriduh, Texas … “Momma, Momma, many worlds I’ve come since I first left home …” Here’s to many more.