We’ve been resting up at home for almost 48 hours now, and it’s killing me. I’ve been going non-stop, catching up on the things that I’ve been ignoring for the past 6 weeks. Foremost, school is coming up and I have to sort out a) what I’m going to study at Osgoode this year, and b) how I’m going to pay for a).

We also have to prepare for the final third of the summer road trip. We’ve logged 14 840 kilometres so far, and I’m pretty sure we have another 5000 in us. The circumference of the earth is about 40 000 kilometres, so we should end up pretty close to half way around he world!

We haven’t decided if we’ll go east to the Maritimes, or south to Florida. The pull of the ocean is strong – it’s a question of the temperature of said ocean. We will likely go east because doting grandparents are waiting. Had better be waiting. It’ll be awkward if we pull in while they’re hosting a kegger for the neighbourhood.

The trailer needs some work before it’s ready to go back on the road though. I’ve replaced both wheels so far, obviously because one was in shreds and the other was so bald it looked like a racing slick. I also installed a new jack. The old jack stopped working about 10 days ago when the magic metal shavings fell out the bottom. Since then, I’ve had to lift the trailer off the hitch and maneuver it into position myself. So if you were wondering, it’s fricking heavy. When we weren’t going to use the car until leaving camp, I would save myself the trouble and just leave the trailer hitched.

There’s also a leak in a propane line somewhere underneath, and an electrical socket at the front – for when we have electrical service – isn’t working anymore. I would rather not explode into a ball of flame when cooking dinner, or set us all on fire by charging our batteries overnight, so those have to be resolved. The tarp needs repairs for small tears around the skirt and one of the cords for securing it down should also be replaced. Oh, a handful of screws have rattled out of place and require replacing. She’s beat up, but she’ll roll.

The car is in slightly better shape. The windshield and cloud roof are cracked from road rocks, the rear wiper gears are stripped so the back window is always dirty, the rear shock springs are like jelly, the trunk door sometimes latches, and the underpanel is coming apart. She rolls though. It’s a turbo.

I’ve also been getting caught up on photos. I’ve add imagery to posts up until about 2 weeks ago. Check back over the next couple of days and I’ll fill in the rest.