Thirty-one states and 20,000 miles under our belts. This has been our route since January 1st. That big northward spike? That was our now-infamous engine breakdown. We booked it southward and stayed in St. Louis with our now dear friends, then trotted east with the good weather, only to be waylaid by faulty brakes. We stayed with Saint Bob of Tennessee while he patiently saw me through the brake job. Then it was smooth sailing—until the master cylinder went out along the Mississippi coast. But what a place to be delayed.
Now, as we head into the deep west (a favorite part of the country for me), I know there will be more breakdowns and detours, more stories to be had, more friends to make. Thanks for following along and keeping us company.