Pittston, PA to Home

Day 47 Photo Album

October 19, 2009

The motel in Pittston was the pits. I couldn’t wait to leave in the morning, so I set out at sunrise, set to beat the rush hour traffic in Boston.

Driving in the morning is wonderful. Light is breaking across the land with sweetness and promise. The night’s remains linger in the shadows as dew or frost. Fog rises from the valley floor and looks for a new form before your eyes. This fog has followed me across the continent and calls me back to another coast, I hear its voice and listen. Always turning over the places I set foot or wheel in. There is so much to think about now.

But the traffic pounded out most thoughts during the day. Before I knew it, I was back in the flow of people elbowing their way around the lanes.

I stopped in Danbury, Connecticut around 10 a.m. to have a longer rest, leaning back in the car. After a while, a man tried to get into the car, thinking it was his. Good thing I locked it! He was very sorry, it seems he had a rental car and got confused. Pretty funny actually. It was time to go anyway.

The last thing I wanted was to sit in traffic along I-95, so I pushed really hard to get beyond it by 2 p.m. My eyes were weary, my mind was trying to hold on to those lovely days in the desert, or corn fields, or anywhere other than a city. I’ve concluded that people are all the same everywhere, when they get too condensed, they tend to behave badly. Why this is, I have no idea.  I have a theory that it just isn’t natural for so many people to be so close together.

At 1:52 p.m. while crossing Route 2, I had gone 9,000 miles. I got home at 2:30 p.m. with a final marker of 9,033.9.

It was very odd to park my car in my spot, walk inside, and actually be home. Even now, 5 hours later, something seems odd. Oh, that’s me.

The most remarkable aspect of my journey was the response from my family and friends who followed the journey through my blog, by phone, and during visits.  They surprised me with their enjoyment and wonder at what I was doing, their appreciation of my daily reports, and the completely positive support for my choices. 

 I’m certain this won’t be the last journey I make!