Stella has kindly agreed to send along a daily report of their progress as well as observations of the people and places that make up our nation.
Apologies that we haven't written a proper post since our return on Saturday night. It was a very long day, and we've spent the last couple resting and seeing family before Stella's flight back to the UK tomorrow.
We decided to make Saturday the final push; by then getting home was our top priority. We didn't fancy another night in a hotel, and stopping anywhere east of Alexandria, Louisiana, seemed silly...so, we kept going! Crossing parts of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama, it was a record day for the number of states visited. Our license plate was no longer the attention-attracting oddity it had been out West. We were amused by sights along the road like the Y'all Come Back Cafe and the It'll Do Deli.
By this point the starter motor was dead weight so our main criteria for choosing gas stations or eateries was, "Does the parking lot have a hill?" We slinked off ever-so-quietly from each place we stopped...sometimes with one foot out the door to get some momentum. The ongoing electrical fault with the tail-lights meant wiring up the brake lights to serve in their place as it grew dark in Slidell, Mississippi. MG owners: Always travel with a jump wire.
Otherwise Madge didn't miss a beat during 617 miles at near-constant high RPMs. We were blessed with temperatures in the mere high 80s (although no longer what they call 'a dry heat'!), and some clouds. We crossed the 20-some miles of the Atchafalaya swamplands. Traffic for the most part was manageable, though some more challenging - including a near-incident between another car and a motorcyclist going so fast they appeared out of thin air.
Nancy was surprised that we'd be back a day earlier than she expected. When we arrived home just after 10pm, she'd made us a really tasty meal - just what we needed. We all enjoyed it together with a well-deserved bottle of wine. It was wonderful to be home to familiar surroundings - and beds! It will probably take some time to get used to being stationary and to stretch out after 6,251 miles cramped in an MG.
Above all, looking back at where we've travelled, what we've done, and who we've seen and met, we feel incredibly lucky to have been able to make the journey. Even without the MGA's great performance all the way there and back, it would have been the trip of a lifetime. We've loved regaling family with stories and looking at photos since we got back. During the trip, it was no small comfort to think of friends following our progress here on the blog.
Some scary, some mundane, some gross, some funny - we've made a wealth of special memories. Thanks so much for keeping up with us and letting us share some of them!