Today was all about heading home. I got everything packed and organized—trash loaded in the truck for the dump, cabin tidied, gear stowed. I wasn’t in a huge rush since the plan was to drive straight through from Maine back to North Carolina, stopping only at rest areas to rest when needed before continuing on.
After dropping the trash at the dump, I set out on the long trip south. Less than an hour in, though, I started to nod off at the wheel. Rather than push through, I pulled into a parking area, grabbed a short rest, and then got back on the road. I’ll admit, I was a little worried about how the rest of the trip would go if I was already that tired so early.
Fortunately, the rest of the drive went smoothly. I’d planned the timing so I’d pass through the New York City area late at night, and that strategy paid off—the traffic was light. The trip was uneventful but, of course, tiring. I stopped whenever I needed to and just kept chipping away at the miles.
By Sunday morning, at 10:30, I pulled into home in North Carolina. Long drive, but it’s good to be home again.