I get dropped off at a Carl’s Jr. I felt dehydrated, sick, pretty much all around terrible, but I was running on pure excitement, adrenaline, exhaustion….. whatever. I was still running.
I called J.
I told her I had made it to Kingman.
And we had the most stupid debate and mismatching of information on how to get to her house from where I was dropped at.
After about 20 minutes of riding in different directions, I finally decided to do the smart thing, and asked a local. They knew the street I was talking about, told me it was about 10 miles away, and then gave me a ride in their Bronco. Badassss vehicle.
The idea of describing the actual moment of reuniting with J after the long months between our last session, and the ride I just made, is rather daunting. So, I wont even attempt right now.