After Vail it was time to go home. They say its best to end on a high note, and that we did.
We drove 11 hours to get to a friend, Jawad, 's house in Iowa City where we got some rest and prepared for the long haul ahead.
We drove out of Iowa City at 5:30 the following afternoon and did not stop. I took the wheel at about 1am while Hamish tried his best to get to sleep. I drove through the night and into the day, watching the sun rise over misty mountains in up state New York. Though tempted to stop at the numerous firework and 'adult' superstores that seemed to appear far too frequently for the middle of nowhere, I kept my foot to the floor.
Coming closer and closer to home we slowly lost our minds. We were so near yet so far. New York, whats that, 5 hours from home?! From where we were, more like 10. It was draining. My body was in overdrive and on the verge of shutting down. It had had nothing to eat except fast food for almost 3 days. I had taken no excercise, mental or physical, in fact I had hardly moved at all. I hadn't slept properly for far too long. The only relief came from pretending to talk to other drivers, though it usually ended in swearing at them when they executed stupid manuvers. If I were to have met myself at that juncture, I would have been more than worried.
The roads began to look familiar and soon enough we chucked our neatly written out directions on the floor for we knew the way.
Hitting Boston rush hour traffic nearly finished me off. Nearly.
We drove up our little hill, parked in front of the garage and our trip came to a close with a high five and a hug.
Roll Credits.
