Ironically, we spent the last night of our journey where it first began. Kerrville, TX has a wonderful state park on the Guadalupe River, and that was the first campground we visited after buying our rig in Texas and heading home to Alaska in the summer of 2004. Zoe was barely three, and Zach was seven.
So on that last night, we swam, biked, and contemplated the many wonderful experiences of the past month. We debated the best moments and realized it's a very good thing that none of us could choose just one favorite.
Thirty-three days...
Two countries...
Nine states...
Over 5700 miles...
Countless wonders...
Priceless.
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