Last day today. Another beautiful, sunny day. We’ve been so lucky with the weather, the only rain we have had during the whole trip was on the huge mileage day where we spent nearly all of our time in the car driving 650 miles from the cabin in West Virginia to St.Louis, Missouri. So lucky. Greg and Phil were getting their money’s worth this morning with a dip in the pool before we headed out for breakfast. So where do you go on your last morning? Malibu of course, to Duke’s, which seemed like a very ordinary, down to earth place considering it was sited in one of the most sought after locations in California. No celebs here, just a great uninterrupted view out to the Pacific Ocean watching the sailboats and pelicans. I think we were all looking forward to getting home and seeing loved ones again but a little sad that the adventure was drawing to a close. No time to dwell, we have a plane to catch so it was back to the house to pack. I was so glad I had bought extra luggage allowance for the return journey as my bags were definitely heavier than when we came over with all the coins, key rings, t-shirts and other memorabilia that I’m a sucker for; especially fridge magnets 🙂 Matt turned up on his motorbike after having been out for an early morning ride in the hills. After saying our goodbyes we locked up the house and headed for LAX. Being a Sunday I thought the freeways would be quiet and we’d have a nice relaxed drive to the airport but no, seems like it’s rush hour 24/7 over there. I had put our final driving destination, the car rental return location, into the satnav but thought I had made a mistake when we finally arrived as the place felt like a high security prison with its tall fences topped with razor wire and the sound of police car sirens in the distance; a stark contrast to the view of the Pacific and the sound of waves breaking on the rocks this morning. Bags out, car handover done, bus to the terminal. Whilst in the queue to check-in, with the other mere mortals at the Norwegian desk, I spotted Charlize Theron gliding past us on her way to security, followed by a couple of papzz. A fitting end (for me) to an epic trip. Seventeen months of planning, seventeen states in seventeen days whilst putting 4050 miles on the clock of the trusty Dodge Caravan, a great car. Lots of highs and a couple of lows but all in all I’d do it again tomorrow, in a heartbeat, given the chance. A huge thanks to my wife Claire for allowing me to indulge myself with this trip. I hope that one day we can do the same again together, if not more, with the kids in tow as well. Are we there yet?