On Monday we made it home. As if that weren’t enough traveling, I am turning around today to go back out to West Virginia for the rest of the week, traveling by car this time. Lots of thoughts and photos and such to add about the last few weeks (and months). I am eager to jump back into the blogging while everything is fresh, but I’m afraid it’ll have to wait another week.
For now I’ll just say thank you, to any and all who supported, followed, cheered, prayed for, asked about, came along with, aided, and/or abetted us on this journey. I think Stella and I are both in a state of mild disbelief that the trip has, suddenly, reached its conclusion. It’s kind of like there’s this equation, and it doesn’t seem to add up - we were too tired, too frustrated, too impeded, too broken-down, too far away, too lost to have actually made it back here. And I realize that the difference, the balancing term, is the good will and blessings of the countless others who have intervened on our behalf over the last four and half months. And whether the intervention was a supportive comment or email or prayer, or a free dessert, or picking broken-down us and all our gear up from the side of the road and driving us 30 miles out of your way on backroads to our campsite, we are equally grateful.
