Virginia Plates

Day 5 of the Return:
              Last night was finally a success in the camping department of my life. At last, the weather was nice enough to be comfortable and content in the tent. I was worried to see how Mojo would do in the tent so I set my alarm for every two hours to let him out, just in case. Luckily, Mojo is already getting the idea and would whimper and claw at my face when he needed to go which turned out to be about four times. I was quite pleased.
            Quickly pulling down the tent and stowing everything in the car, Mojo and I were off, excited to get back home. We drove through Tennessee into Virginia and the ten hour drive went by slowly but is now over. I dropped all the gear off at Chris' house and made my way to Silver Spring. Mojo has settled in already and has grown fond of the warm and cozy area below my bed.
             I would like to leave the dear followers of this blog from beginning to end, with a word of thanks. Although this is the last blog entry it was great having the support and really made the trip that much better. Chris and I really looked forward to the blog entries and attempted to make them amusing and interesting. Thus, thank you.
             Lastly, this road trip was a trip Chris and I will never forget. Every school, every state, every landmark, every landscape, every family stop, allowed us to grow and experience the country we call home and are so proud of. Although both Chris and I had been all over Europe and the Western Hemisphere, we had not experienced the United States fully. We learned so much about our country, the Indians, and camping. Speaking for myself, I learned a lot about who I am and through family and the schools we saw, feel that I have a better understanding of myself and my talents. Although I am not ready to point a finger at a school and say ahah that is it! I am ready to say, I must push my talents and passions to the fullest and one of these schools will do that for me.
                Thank you family members and friends that housed us throughout our voyage. Uncle Jerry, the Stuivenvolt family, Chris' second cousin, and especially Uncle Terry and Mike out in Pleasanton, California. Due to the car troubles, we ended up staying at Uncle Terry's for two weeks. After thousands of dollars spent on food, nerf guns, and booze, we are forever in debt to this great mans kindness. Pure beast. Both you and Mike, Uncle Terry. The two of you. Great.
                 Well, it is time to rest in my own bed. Chris is probably snacking on some beer while watching a red box movie and says farewell. Until the next time, godspeed and never go camping.