We woke up to a cold strong wind and did our best to hitch up to begin the adventure home. She tows like a dream on anything flat and straight. Downhill stretches, look out! It feels like an 8,000 pound freight train bearing down on you. Sure enough our trusty guide “R” knew all the best places to fuel up and eat. If you are ever in the Tracy/Modesto area in the morning you have to stop at the diner on the NW corner of the Westley exit off of the 5. Perhaps the best bacon in the world! Amelia and I took turns driving. Ten and a half hours later we were pulling into our neighborhood. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a white knuckle stressful trip. Driving through LA is always hell, but being rookies, towing for the first time, it was an extra special version of hell. The best remedy is sitting in your brand new Airstream, parked in your neighborhood, drinking an ice cold beer! We did it and we made it!