On September 27, 2009, Hannah, Bradellina and I drove out of Western Washington and began an epic journey that took us to 48 of the 50 United States of America. Four and half months later we returned to Washington State. Being back was difficult at first. We were used to a certain way of life (being somewhere new every few days, for example, and well, being around each other all the time), and things were drastically different when we returned. Hannah stayed on her home island with her family, and Bradellina and I returned to my college town to stay with a friend. I literally had less than $100 to live off of until my tax return came through, and I had to replace Pete's tires ASAP (there was a hole in one of them -- not quite sure how we survived), so I started using my credit card and began donating plasma once a week. I would use the 20 bucks I made to buy food one week and gas the next week. Eventually I started cleaning my friend's mom's office at night, which was much better. It may sound strange, but that was the poorest I've ever been and probably the most relaxed I've ever been at the same time.
Since Hannah and I were born only two days apart, we sometimes celebrate together, and one of our favorite ways is to go camping. So in June the three of us reunited to go camping by a river. It was awesome.
We did all the usual camping things, like build a fire, hike a snowy mountain, cook hot dogs, wash up in a freezing cold river, etc.
And just like when we were staying in creepy places while on the roadtrip, we made sure to keep weapons nearby while we were sleeping.
