Day 13: Homeward Bound

This will be the final blog post for this trip. Thanks to those of you have been following along with us.

I was up at 5:00 am and “coincidentally” Paul about 5:15. The sun hadn’t started its first light yet, but the full moon was casting shadows from the palms leaves.  As we moved around the RV, our campsite’s resident cardinal was singing his morning song at the moon. Not too unlike what our old roster would do.  Since we had gotten all the leaving prep-work done the night before, all we had to do unplug the electric and put away the step stool.  

We met up at the campground entrance at 5:35 and hooked up the car in the darkness, lit only by the car headlights.  We were on the A1A by 5:45, not that anyone was keeping track with a stopwatch. As we drove north along the A1A we could just make out the first pinkish-orange rays of daylight peeking above the horizon.  

We made it to Georgia welcome center at 7:08 am. There were a couple of bluebirds on the signs posted at the rest area spotting out their breakfast options.

Our second stop was at 9:35,  at the South Caroline welcome center, where Paul took a short 30 min nap.

He is a power napper kind of person. Wakes up refreshed and ready to go.  Me on the other hand am not a napper. I always wake up in a bad mood and groggy for hours after.

We got gas along the way then the Google lady voice put us on a detour around an accident backup. It was a really good call on her part and we were able to jump back on 95 ahead of the incident.

At 12:36, we hit a milage milestone with this RV. The odometer reading 20,000 miles, 12,000 of which we added to the total.

We ended up at Carolina Crossroads campground in Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina.  We arrived about 5:30ish and put in 552 miles today. There about 4.5 more hours to go to reach home, which will likely turn into more because, you know, the RV.  

Not a lot of photos today for the blog, BUT, I did grab a few shots of South of the Border sky sombrero. I have to say it is not as mysterious coming from the south as it was off in the distance from the north. 

And as as added visual treat, Bob sent me some of the photos he has collected along his biking adventures.