Day 11: August 9
On Day 11, we crossed the border at Sarnia, north of Detroit, to avoid the whole Detroit-Windsor mess. The day was nothing but driving and road construction.

We actually managed to make it to Davenport, Iowa. This is when we made the crazy decision that we could make it home in 3 days.

Day 12: August 10
From Davenport, IA we made it to Evanston, WY. Yes, it was insane. We once again had had hope to stay in Rock Springs, but we were told there were no room available when we called for reservations. We were, however, told that there was room in Evanston, a full 100 miles further down the highway.

We got in hideously late, feeling absolutely terrible. But, it put us that much closer to home.

Day 13: August 11
I could tell when we had crossed back into California, I had to start passing everyone on the right.

We had the joys of hitting Sacremento during rush hour, but that gave us carpool. When we got closer to home, we put in a pick-up order to a local Chinese restaurant cause there was no way dinner was actually going to be cooked in our apartment; the husband had cleaned out the fridge before we had left.

I called my mom to let her know we’d gotten home early and got the good news that my dad would be getting home from Kuwait that night as well.

There were showers and we crashed into bed, our own bed. We had a whole weekend to recoup and go shopping to stock up on essentials.