At long last, we’d done it. We’d been to all the places we wanted to go. Now — it was time to go home, and the sooner the better. We were both pretty ready to be back in the camper and back in our own bed. We headed east from Colorado Springs, slowly watching the mountains disappear in the rearview mirror.
We were headed back to Peoria to stay with Rebecca’s sister again, and had hazy dreams of of making the entire 16 hour drive in one day. Surprising exactly no one, that didn’t happen, but I was able to convince Rebecca to try just one more 2-star hotel (part of an ongoing conversation begun during this fiasco earlier in the trip). After showing her countless 4- and 5-star reviews of a tiny little Super 8 in a highway town in Macon, Missouri, she agreed to be brave, and we were very pleasantly surprised: all the good reviews were true! Everyone was friendly, the room was clean, fresh, and well stocked, and most importantly, nice and cheap!
After a good night’s sleep, we knocked out the last few hours on the road, and spent a very relaxing afternoon and evening with her sister and her family. They took us to explore the Peoria waterfront, which was very pretty.
In fact, we had such a nice time on Sunday that we got lazy and decided to stay Monday as well, enjoy relaxing with Rebecca’s sisters and our nephew, and get another good night’s sleep in a real bed. Tuesday, though, was time to get back on the road, as I wanted to get back during the day on Wednesday.
It was cold and rainy most of the day, and we were yet again dissuaded from camping. However, we got lucky, and were able to snag a really nice 3-star hotel on Priceline for about $65. We got in at a reasonable time, and spent a very relaxing evening watching Southpaw with Jake Gyllenhaal.
After seeing the very reasonable prices on the leave-this-hanger-on-the-door-with-your-order-for-roomservice-breakfast card, we decided to go that route, and went to bed anticipating a nice hot breakfast delivered to our room. However, the next morning, when the time appointed for delivery had come and gone with no food in sight, Rebecca stuck her head out into the hall and discovered that our order card had never been picked up(!). She called down to the restaurant, and after explaining the situation, they comped us breakfast, and had it up to us within 10 minutes! We very much enjoyed our breakfast, in no small part due to the wonderfully low cost of free.
We got back on the road, and made it back to Harpers Ferry about 1pm — in the middle of a rainstorm. Despite carefully planning our trip back around getting in at midday to make sure we had time to move the camper back to our site and set it up before dark, it was much too muddy to move it. We ended spending the night in a cabin, which my boss was kind enough to let us stay in for free. It wasn’t the camper, but it we slept warm and dry, and even had room to let our wet clothes dry, so we were definitely grateful.