We decided it was time to start the trek home. We’d spent an entire day looking around and seeing all the awesome rigs but we wanted to take our time and enjoy the trip. Everything was packed away and we said our goodbyes. BUT we really wanted to see the Grand Canyon since it was only an hour and a half away.
While Ryan was out one last time, Penny and I started to pack up. She got upset when the chairs blew over, tried to run when the table blew over and started to beg to be lifted into the tent. Well, I can’t object to that! I put her in and she buried her face in the blankets and slept until Ryan got back.
Before and during our trip out, Ryan discovered some things that he would like to change about the cruiser. The ones that stood out to me the most were the once involving him getting smacked in the head by the back hatch after a wind gust overpowered the strut holding it open, and the hood almost decapitating him as it came down from another gust of wind. I don’t know that it would have actually done that but I did not want to find out and he was pretty quick to get out of it’s way.
The drive to the Grand Canyon was short compared to the rest of our driving experiences. We debated though if seeing a hole in the ground without any camping reservations was worth the $30. It was. Penny didn’t agree though, she did not enjoy looking over the edge as much as she enjoys trying to knock us off cliffs at home. I was happy to see that there was no fence around the canyon; I half expected such a thing in an attempt to save people from cleansing the gene pool. We spent probably an hour there and then headed back out.
The GPS said 10 hours which would put us there at a late but reasonable time. One thing we did not count on though, was that the Landcrusier only goes about 55-65 without overheating or rattling our bones. So for every few minutes the GPS added another minute to the expected arrival time. I was certain that Ryan would change his mind but by the time he was thinking about doing that, it was dark. I then started to think of who I could call that was on the way to let us camp in their yard. LA was out of the way, although not too far out there, Fresno would land us at about midnight (although we ended up passing through there around 1 am), and I couldn’t think of anything else closer for some reason. So on we went. Watching our arrival time get farther out. I stayed awake by putting up blog posts for day three and four. Ryan stayed awake by cursing at semi trucks. We stopped twice to nap, once at a rest stop and once somewhere near Sacramento. I don’t even remember where, I was so out of it. I’m not sure how Ryan managed to drive that whole way but we got home around 7:00-7:30, a good 4 hours past our estimated arrival.
Once home and showered, I checked to make sure there were no fleas in the bed (it’s a bad year to fleas here in Grass valley) and was pleased to find a dead one. Starved to death, like he deserves. I don’t know how long Ryan slept but I was in bed until about 4:30 pm.