Day 16: July 12, 2025 – Girard, PA – Canton, CT
Sixteen days, over 5,000 miles, six states, three provinces, and a hundred little moments that stitched this trip into something unforgettable. The road, with all its chaos and clarity, is behind us now… but we’re not quite ready to come down. There’s a weird weight to the end of something so big. We went the distance, found meaning in the small things, and carved out a rhythm in the in-between. And now? We’re heading home. But part of us is still somewhere on a quiet stretch of prairie road, windows down, singing like no one’s listening.
We left a final duck at the St. John’s Evangelical Lutheran Church at this last stop. Rob and I took our time, enjoyed one last “camper coffee” before hitting the road one final time. The drive home was a smooth one. While the girls hung out in their bunks, Rob and I spent most of the ride home plotting future trips. Not even home and we are itching to get out there again.
I’m excited to see my kids who have been left to their own devices for two weeks – with some family and neighborly support, of course! And I’m sure our pets will want our undivided attention.
I’ll let today be today. No unpacking the camper today. No starting the laundry. Just a hot shower, comfy jammies, and my couch that is calling my name!
All that other stuff can wait. I’ve still got a few vacation hours left. And the only question running through my mind is…
Where do we go next?
Cue: Come Down by Bush — because letting go of the road takes longer than unpacking the bags.
Wandering, But Not Lost 