The return home begins!

It was a little strange, seeing the space I had called home for 13 weeks now stripped of anything that made it mine. Empty drawers, empty closet, empty kitchen, but oh, what a full heart I have.

Dad and I put SF in BBJ’s rearview mirror right at 7 AM, starting our 12 hour trek to our first stop: Flagstaff, Arizona.

At the beginning of the trip, the stripping on the left side of the windshield was poking up. It didn’t take long for the wind to yank up most of it. After a couple of hours of that waving out of the corner of our eyes (and occasionally knocking on the window), we stopped for coffee and Dad made it like new.

We passed several almond ranches as we made our way down California. A majority of our trip was spent making our way out of the Golden State and we began to see that California truly is more than beaches.

There were farms, littered with cows and various crops.

There were scrubby areas, especially as we headed into the Mojave National Preserve.

After jamming to an eclectic collection of music (seriously, we were jumping all over the decades with both of our music selections), we made it into Arizona.

We ended up pulling into our hotel near 8p, hungry and pretty worn out. We found a local Irish pub called Collins and ate some grub before calling it a night.

I have loved being able to spend time with my dad. I know that laughter, heartfelt questions, and Jesus talks are in store whenever we’re together. Looking forward to the next few days of one-on-one time with him.