I worked my way north on 2-lane roads - happy Mr. Google would point me to all the turns. Eventually I got routed onto 4-lane divided and I could relax a little more.
I was listening to Trail of the Lost by Andrea Lankford. It was a reasonably good book about searching for people who go missing on the Pacific Coast Trail. It kept me entertained for the entire drive home. The book did jump around a lot without any theme to the jumps which made following any one story impossible; it might have been different if I was reading the book instead of listening to it. The book also spent too much time on the whole idea of psychic phenomenon finding lost people. It didn't exactly give credence to it, but it took credibility away from the overall theme. I suppose for the families involved, grasping at any straw might be worth it. I would have really liked it if the book could have ended with at least one of the main stories resulted in a found hiker (even if deceased). But maybe that is the point ... these people go missing and many are never found.
I'm genetically predisposed to hate tolls, so the West Virginia tollpike made my skin crawl a little bit. Even though the cost is insanely higher than the one Illinois toll I pay going up to Canada, at least the view along much of the road is quite pretty.
Eventually I started heading west. Traffic all day was tolerable. Once home, SO was mowing the lawn when I got there (she is still wonderful). I thought about taking over from her, but I had much unpacking to do, some major clean-up and a hog to get in the freezer as soon as possible.
The dogs were thrilled I was home and after a long day, I tried to relive the week in my head as I went to sleep that night. But sleep came easy.
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