In the last forty-eight hours I have learned to never attempt sleeping in a moving semi due to the laws of physics, truck-stops have children's book sections, Canadian talk radio shows loveto use puns and that coming home feels incredible regardless of how much love one has for where they are coming from.
Leaving Missoula was rather interesting, given the continual movement of my ETD (estimated time of departure). Anyone whose life has ever been touched by the long-haul trucking business can attest to its infuriating ability to ruin any carefully set plan. It was amazing though, to be able to watch as the mountains melted into the bad-lands; how the ground became saturated and green the closer to the great lakes we moved. No one from an area outside of the Northern Lakes can really appreciate the amount of moisture that is held in this region. Not surprising to find out that this area has the largest concentration of fresh water in the world, but sadly that interesting fact was left out of my fourth grade geography class.
Anyway, my wonderful Padre was willing to put up with my nonsense long enough to get us from Missoula to Plover, WI in less then two day. That's 700 miles per day; with two stops, for gas. It is amazing the discussion topics that can emerge between family members when there literally is no where else to go- makes one wonder why so few families choose to drive cross country smashed together these days.
We made it though alright with minimal bloodshed, and it is nice to be sitting at the round kitchen table of my mothers house once more. I have ten days here in LaCrosse until the real traveling starts, and a solid night's rest is my top priority.
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