Take me home, highway road



That's a big river. Guess what's
on the other side?

After hours of driving, we are in fact safely back in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. A chorus of angels cascaded song downward as the RV made its final descent on the Moorland Road exit in New Berlin. After a quick unpacking session, we were free to return to our lives at sea level. There was plenty of oxygen -- way too much in fact, with heat indexes projected well above triple digits in Wisconsin and elsewhere in the midwest.

 The ride home was quicker than the ride out, complete with cribbage games, a brief stop in Omaha, lots of gas stops and assorted periods of sleep.



Road Rage gets personal with the
flow of air conditioning.

Special thanks to all the people who made this trip ridiculous. The Murphy and Frizsche families offered up their homes and their vehicles for the past several days, and thanks to Fast Times (Adrienne) and Whine and Die (Maggie) for spearheading the trip particulars, with some itinerary consultation from Caitlin (The Architect), of course. More appreciation to our drivers, Mike, Adrienne and Maggie, and our financial planners The New Guy (Dan) and Caitlin. This wound up being a wildly inexpensive vacation relative to the amount of things we did and fun we had.

Also, special thanks to Air Force One (Boyd) for his unreasonably good brownies and peanut butter thingies. And kringle!


We found the Bruce, which was the goal of Brucefest, but we collectively decided it was best to re-release him into the wild where he belongs. Word in the wilderness is that The Bruce may find his way to our own Motherland sometime in the next two weeks. Keep your eyes peeled. One never knows when they'll see The Bruce.