Despite the fact that this has been the longest drive ever, I am sorry to see it end. After 2,026 miles of driving, five different states, six stops for gas, five bottles of water, two nights at fantastically shitty motels, and one puppy later, it is time to go home. This wasn’t quite the Steinbeckian vacation with my buddy Charley that I had envisioned, but then again, I’m sure Charley didn’t cry constantly because he was hungry/thirsty/lonely/needing to tinkle/etc. I’m also certain Steinbeck didn’t have to turn around every thirty seconds to see what else Charley was trying to destroy with his little teeth of death. Nevertheless, it was quite the adventure.