After 53 days, 6,140 miles through 17 states with stops in more than a dozen cities, 3 national parks… through rain, fog, sleet, snow, and wind, in deserts, mountains, forests, and on two different coastlines… I've arrived in San Francisco. I've had more drinks with strangers at bars than I can count. I started the trip spending time with one of my oldest friends, and near the end of the trip I spent time with another one of my oldest friends. In the middle, I ran into an old friend walking in the Painted Desert. At a Blues Festival in Arkansas, I met a new tribe of people who became friends. I made deeply personal and spiritual connections with people in Charleston and Memphis. I stayed in a community village designed to house the homeless in Austin. I saw lots of live music. I visited speakeasies and dive bars. I toured historical sites, civil rights stops, monuments, and museums. I’ve walked iconic streets and driven fabled highways. I’ve yelled at other drivers countless times because they’re all a$$holes. I’ve yelled at my GPS countless times because like me, sometimes it’s slow and stupid and needs to reroute *wink*. I’ve gotten lost, but ultimately, I’ve found my way.