Our final trek across Idaho/Nevada/California went according to plan in some senses and not so much in others... We ate breakfast/lunch (oh wait don't they call that brunch?) in Twin Falls Idaho and went to an awesome antique store..

Up until Wells Nevada things were going pretty smooth. At a normal gas station re-fill an attendant remarked to me that our tires looked like they were wearing on the inside a bit.. Worried that I was going to fall victim to the city-boy-tire-scam I was skeptical. Until he pulled out a new tire and showed me exactly what had worn away.. He then looked at the rear tires and said "these tires aren't even rated for this van!"... he then asks "how far are you going?".. in my mind I'm thinking it's not so much how far we are going but more how far we've gone on incorrect tires. Long story short we have 4 new tires and hung out in Wells for about an hour and a half..
It's at this point where we decide we're going home. No stopping in Sparks or Reno like we'd planned.. Bunter's new tires were getting us home tonight (well at this point we knew it would be the next morning)
Back in the van we start the second leg of our powerdrive. We stopped in Winnemucca and the GPS failed to find us our first restaurant so we tried a placed simply based on the fact that it was on a street called Malarky! It was Basque (sp?) food and it saved our lives... best soup ever!
Back in the van... at a rest stop the GPS freezes. We can't turn it off or make it do anything. Whatever... we're on Interstate 80.. I know my way around here (kind of).. sparks/reno/truckee/donner pass... we keep going. When I see Sacramento I get excited. Feels like we're almost home. At this point we're constantly rolling the windows down to let cool air in to wake us up. During one of these window roll downs Serena's doesn't go back up... killer! Especially since it's starting to rain a bit.
We pull over in Davis (fun fact: i went to college there) to get gas and inspect the window. I am fairly well versed in the working of the power windows having torn them apart before so while serena pumps gas I work on the windows (true Nascar Pit Crew Style!)... some parking lot weirdness ensues. A dude asks for a dollar for gas (seriously a dollar worth of gas? that's like a tablespoon...) while some frat boys loiter around.. I'm not even paying attention to any of it as I rewire the windows into an operational state.
Back in the van we begin the final stretch.. this area is all familiar to me and I know we're not far.. it's like 2 in the morning on saturday and we're jetting home. Now I hate highway 17 (well maybe I don't hate it but I really don't like driving it) but I was so happy to see it.. when it dropped us back off on ocean st. in santa cruz I couldn't believe it. Driving up the hill to our house felt like a dream... by 4:30 I was in bed... my bed (well actually I co-own it with my wife).
This brings me back to the problem that I was having at the beginning of this entry... I still don't know how (or really want) to end this thing. A lot of things still haven't really sunk in.
Meeting Serena's long island family and seeing where she spent summers. Finally seeing Aunt Alice's Cambridge house. Visiting Grandma Lois and seeing Ginny and Earl's place in Connecticut. Watching my best friend and his awesome lady get married in Chicago. Hanging out in my favorite rural Idaho town with my favorite Aunt and Uncle... then there were the touristy things and restaurants and grocery stores that we visited. The beer coozies that we collected and the late night truck stop shopping sprees. Getting excited every time we saw another Westfalia. Chats with waitresses and bartenders, grunts from Tollway collectors... right now I miss it all but at the same time I am so overwhelmingly happy to be home.
I didn't really know what I'd discover on this trip* and I'd prepared myself to discover nothing. Interestingly enough I learned the same thing that I did from our wedding. And that is how important our friends, family and community are to us...
Whenever I would start to get burnt out or worried about our trip I would think about all the people we had rooting for us.. From people on thesamba.com message board to my parents. From friends who we go out drinking every friday with to Aunt Alice's neighbors... Family friends, co-workers and lifelong friends of my Aunt. You guys all cheered us on.. Thank you to everyone who read any one of our posts on here. Thank you for the comments, emails, text messages and phone calls along the way.
Lastly I want to thank my wife Serena. Thanks for sharing the same dream of a cross country trip, thanks for allowing me to obsess about vanagons for the last 5 months, thanks for calming me down when I got stressed, thanks for reading facts out of the almanac while speeding through the desert and thank you for helping me to focus on what was/is important.. If we did this we can do anything! I love you...
Well I need to wrap it up now but I am going to need to do one more set of music moments section.. so here we go.
1. 7:30 in the morning outside of Rexburg Idaho with the sun rising in my rear view mirror with Modest Mouse's "Dashboard"
2. Donner Pass about 1 AM thank you again Tex... it's like you told our iPod when we needed it most... Iron Maiden's "Run For The Hills**"
*This American Life did a good piece on roadtrips.. listen to it!
** the only song to get 2 music mentions in this blog!!
Thank you all for reading... Until next time!
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