Heading home...Got there

Note to self, no photography while driving.

The Rock formations, however, were amazing.

Switzerland, move over and give way to Utah

The long road home, just me, some SUV's and the truckers

Woke up in the morning in Evanston Wyoming, and like a horse heading home to the barn, I knew it was time to go home. There was no where I wanted to stop, or stay, and the idea of sleeping in my own bed was very enticing. So off I went, picked "U is for Undertow" from my playlist and hit the road. What a gorgeous drive it was the amazing mountains, topped with snow, the craggy rocks with a wide range of colors, from rusty red, coral pink to the palest of pink ribboned through the rock formations. It was never boring. What a great architect God is.

Silly me, I did not know that there really was a lake at Salt Lake City. In all the movies I have ever seen, it just shows the salt flats, so I had assumes the "lake" was in name only. on and on I drove, stopping only for gas fill-ups, and snacks. The miles just flew by and before I knew it I was in the Bay Area. Probably the most harrowing part of this entire journey was the last 30 minutes on 680. I thought that would be the true irony of this trip, getting into an accident in the last thirty minutes.

Anyway, at 7:15 on Saturday night I pulled into my parking, 7926 miles, 30 states and two provinces later, to be greeted by my wonderful neighbor Liz, who had stocked up my fridge, and Calvin who helped me unload the car. Quick snack and into bed, ten hours sleep. Went to church this morning, something I missed on the road, my fantastic community at South Hills. Will take a couple of days to assimilate the whole experience and will do a recap.