Crawlin home (end of summer 2021)

As is my usual habit at the end of these very long trips, the closer I get to home, the slower I roll. It isn’t that I hate home, it is that — well, I do love to wander and I don’t like the Vegas summer heat.

Snow Canyon is not far from home — and it can be hot, too. But we got some serious rain and cooler weather.

The view out my window.

Then I barreled home … looking forward to it more and more with each passing mile.

I’m still not great at backing up, but I did just back it in immediately when I got home, so that’s a new attitude. Usually I pull up out front, do some unloading, take the dogs in, take a break and contemplate backing into the driveway.

Then it’s the arduous process of bringing everything in to wash it —dishes in the dishwasher, bedding and towels in the wash. Unload the food, the clothes, the dogs stuff. Do some reorganizing, get rid of stuff that didn’t serve me. Trying to find ways to keep my stuff accessible and have it stay where I put it. A travel day is like an isolated hurricane in this lightweight camper.