After leaving Chattahoochee, we only got as far as Valdosta, Georgia. The heat once again became unbearable. We also didn’t sleep well since Bella was up all night and Anny too, thinking we were under attack by a bear. In actuality, it was a raccoon, but she still doesn’t believe me. The raccoon spent the night trying to climb into our tent as you can see in the pictures below.
Luckily, it wasn’t a bear because I slept like a hibernating beer.
From Valdosta, it was time to go home. I will admit that after being on the road for twenty-five days, returning home was bittersweet. I didn’t want to go home and I did at the same time. Subconsciously, I believe I took an extended route back home that added approximately one hundred miles to my final day.
In total, after twenty-five days, I had traveled more than six thousand miles. I had become accustomed to living in nature’s backyard and something I continue to yearn for. We had everything and nothing at the same time. One thing I learned, we all need to do this more often because when you are on your deathbed, you don’t want any regrets.
From I-75, the last remaining leg of the trip would take me home via US-41, the preferred route for motorcycle riders. US-41 takes you through through the Big Cypress Preserve and Everglades National Park. It is a two lane road, one lane in each direction.
As I was riding through US-41, there were still remnants of a storm, but the result was an artist’s palette of colors as the sun peeked through the dark clouds, leaving the sky colored with orange, red, and yellows.
It was all coming to an end fast. Tomorrow I will back to reality. I will miss everything from our trip: from waking up in the tent looking at both of our feet and Bella wide awake staring out into the forest, midnight star-filled skies, to the sights, sounds, and scent of nature. I would miss this more than I have ever missed anything in my life. It was only appropriate once I crossed Krome Avenue, that I teared up.
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