It was but a short hop to the new RV drop off. We went via the bus wash which was so powerful that it blew the silicon repairs from the windows, exposing passengers to air and water as well as light. There is a place, unbeknown to us, over the slide out which gathers water when the beast is washed. We call it the ‘practical joke’ place or the ‘get your own back’ place. When the driver moves the RV out of the bus washing bay, it springs into life giving the driver a bonus shower much to the amusement of all the passengers.I was still wet when we limped into the drop off. We spent a good hour squeezing our possessions into every nook and cranny of the CRV, then there were forms to be filled and photos documenting the damage to be taken. Finally, we squeezed ourselves into what seemed a tiny space and began the next stage of our lives.
And what did we take from the 5 week, 7000 mile journey? Well, we saw a wide range of places, probably more that the average American. Although we barely scratched the veneer of the country, we were left with a smorgasbord of wonderful vistas and a full menu of unique experiences. We learnt too about each other and ourselves. Try living for that time 24/7 with 3 or 4 others (2 0f them teenagers) in a 200 square foot tin can. Would we do it again? Probably not. However, we have discovered several places that Jules and I would like to return to, probably by motorbike. So look out for a sequel this story - Yellowstone by Yamaha.
