The Long Walk Home
Mile 3,023, near Tracy, CA
Over two weeks, nine national parks, six states, and too many French fries after we began, we’re almost back to where we started. I never like the ride home, especially when you get back into the “zone of familiarity;” everything feels grimy and hazy and there seems to be traffic everywhere. If only Scotty could beam us home direct from Yosemite. But once home, it felt good to be back.