This post is Part 5 of Our Long Way Home.
You can find the prologue, and Part 1 – 4, here: http://homesteademporium.wordpress.com/category/our-long-way-home/
Our Long Way Home – Part 5
Once we made it to the mainland and off the ferry, we were really on our way. A lot of the long drive is a blur to me, other then remembering it was VERY difficult to stay awake. The drive that only took my husband 17 hours to make when he drove from the prairies to the Island, took us over 40 hours. I honestly could not understand what was wrong, and why the drive was going so poorly.
We drove as many hours as we could, then we’d stop to let dogs out for a walk, take cats out to use the liter box, let everyone stretch their legs, and use the bathroom. Sometimes getting a bite to eat, and then be on our way again to do it all over until the next stop!
I felt totally ‘off my game’. I’m normally a fairly confident person, but towing a very long and heavy trailer, through the Rocky Mountains, at night, for hours and hours, and just simply feeling completely ‘off’, was getting to me. I couldn’t quite figure out what was up. Graydon wasn’t doing a whole lot better the longer we drove. He had spent a whirlwind 10 days driving the 2000 km to the Island, packing, working to get everything done that needed doing on the property, and being busy the entire time he was there, only to turn around and have to head right back again. We were both completely beat. Neither of us had slept more then 4-6 hours straight in weeks. We were both close to our breaking point.
However, we continued on. The three girls did great and were real troopers. NONE of the animals complained either, not even a bit! Every time we stopped to take them for walks, they’d do their business, eat, drink, and hop back into their ‘crates’ or designated person’s lap, and go right back to sleep again. I was very impressed.
We stopped whenever we needed to for short naps. We stopped twice alongside the road because we simply couldn’t drive another minute, and twice at walmart parking lots. Over the 40 hours of driving, we slept a total of about 6-8 hours. Just enough to keep us going each time. The girls slept off and on along the way, as they needed it. They considered it all more of an adventure then anything else. They enjoyed the Tim Horton’s coffee shop stops, and a treat here and there along the way. They understood we couldn’t stop for too long in any one place since we had to get to the new homestead as quick as possible to get all our animals out of the suv, and so we could get things set up for the horses before they arrived!
Finally… we were about 45 minutes from our new home and suddenly one of the tires on Graydon’s trailer blew. The tire was completely shred by the fender, and the fender flew off, and landed almost directly in front of me as I followed behind him. We barely missed being hit by the flying fender & shred rubber! Amazingly, Graydon was able to pull over safely.
We had JUST driven through a small town that Graydon knew had a tire shop. He unhooked the trailer in the nearest driveway, was greeted by the owner of that home and told to help himself to any tools from their garage if he needed them. He made the quick trip back to where we had just come from, and came back within about 25 minutes with a new tire. In the meantime the girls and I let the dogs out for another walk. Graydon put the new tire onto the trailer, and we were on our way once again!
Fourty five minutes later, we were finally pulling into our new home. The home we expected we’d spend the next two years, possibly the next fourty two years. We had no desire to move again. If this homestead could work for us, we’d stay, forever if we could. We felt like we had finally arrived. Finally arrived home.
Little did we know, we were still a long way from home.