We Made It!

We finally made it home! As I heard Steve say so many times on the trip, “Thank you Jesus!”

It seems every leg of the trip required endurance. Getting the motor home from Maine to San Diego was no exception. God continued to guide and provide all along the way though! We are so grateful for the family, friends, and even strangers that helped us. We spent some unexpected time near Iowa City getting the motorhome fixed. Other than that, the Shasta was doing pretty good. We were able to have a nice visit with family and friends in IL and CO. This made the journey more enjoyable. I was able to share about our biking adventure with my mom’s 5th grade class and be present for my nephew’s baptism in IL. It was a blessing.

The motor home was slow but did well getting us through the Rockies and it was beautiful. When we went through the desert on Thurs., I felt like we had made it full circle. It was hotter than blazes again. Megan said, “It’s 100 degrees in here”. I thought she was just expressing how hot if felt but then she showed me the thermometer. It really was 100 degrees. We were eager for the ride to come to an end. I kept telling Megan, “We’re almost there”. So close, and yet so far away. . .

The good ol’ Shasta motor home couldn’t quite make the entire trip home. After going through the desert and then being stuck in horrible traffic on the 15 freeway, she called it quits. Fortunately, Dave was able to get her off the freeway and with some help from someone at Advance Auto Care we made it to Steve’s Towing. AAA helped Shasta make her last leg of the journey by towing her to San Marcos. The motor home had gotten us to Lake Elsinore- about 70 miles from home. It was really something to have made it that far and then watch a big truck tow the motor home down the road. We’re so thankful for “Duck”, our tow truck driver, Jim Tapley for driving us to San Marcos, and Dave’s cousin, Jimmy, for meeting us at Don Hubbard Contracting Co. Dave, more than anyone, was relieved to be finished. I’m not sure what was harder on him. . . the bike ride or driving that thing.

I have not appreciated the extreme of going from riding 100 miles a day to sitting in a motor home most of the day. We were able to get in a great bike ride in IL and now that I’m home I’m eager to ride some more. Maybe not 100 miles but something would be nice. I don’t quite feel all here yet but it is good to be back. I’m especially enjoying the San Diego weather right now. You know you’ve been gone a long time when you get home and the name of your grocery store changed.

Thanks so much for all your prayers and encouragment on our journey! You can’t imagine how much it has meant.