Day Thirteen. Last Leg.

Ugh. I am soooooo tired. One more long day of driving to go and I should get home. It's raining and windy, with gusts up to 40 mph, are going to make the drive really SUCK. I would love to just go back to bed for the day and leave tomorrow, but I gotta just get this over and done and be home already!

With any luck, I'll be there by dinner.

PA has humorous "Buckle Up" road signs. One reads:

Buckle Up
Next Million Miles

I feel like that's how many miles I've driven. As of last night, it was about 2400. And yes, I've been asking myself; "What WAS I thinking, thinking I could drive, not just this 2400, but 6000?!!!!!" I'm glad I turned around and headed for home. I never would have made it to Reno. It's just too far to do in two weeks and with one driver.

Did I say I was tired?

Ugh.