We gave Hodor a little hand-lettered flair. Upon leaving an RV park in Washington, the furthest we had been from home, this was the parting word from the park owner, a good mantra we've adopted.
Scavenged some firewood leftover from weekend campers
And hung out with Bowie (this is the view looking up from the couch, Bowie sitting on our bed over the cab).
It was really nice camping, we enjoyed the trees, campfires, bike rides, and just took it real slow in preparation for the last stretch towards home. We already felt so close, no more deserts or mountains on the horizon.