DAY 43 Lexington to home
David woke up when Jo was leaving to take the boys to school, and he talked to Jo out the window a minute. We planned to hang around until she got back, but we had breakfast, washed the dishes, packed up, unplugged, etc. and she still wasn’t back. We read stories to Nora and she still wasn’t back, so we left a note and took off. It feels weird to actually be heading home. I’m looking forward to it, though, mostly because we have gone through all the clean clothes, knowing we were going to be home soon, so we are all on our last pair of clean pants and I’m anxious to do some laundry.
Approaching Cincinnati, where I-75 and I-71 run together for awhile, the freeway is wide and busy with truck traffic. We always drive between 55 and 60 because our terrible gas mileage gets worse if we go any faster. But the speed limit most places is 65 or 70 (or higher, out west. It was 80 in Texas). So trucks on this stretch were passing us at a good clip, and, as usual, blowing us around like a kite. Then we were pulled over by a cop for “weaving in our lane” which is not illegal as far as I know. But David said it was reasonable cause to pull us over. Perhaps he thought we were smuggling drugs or Chinese immigrants in here or something. Once he figured out everything was fine, and David told him we were on our last day of a 6,000-mile trip, he went back to his car, then came back and gave David his license back and we were on our way.
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Arrived home! It feels bigger than I remembered, and we didn’t live here long enough before we left on the trip … neither of us remembers where anything goes in the cabinets!