Well, I made it to Maine finally. After several weeks of selling, selling, selling, I’ve reduced my wordly possessions by a very small amount. It’s hard to get rid of (let go of) all the crap that I’ve been accumulating all my life. Here’s a picture of my yard sale, which everyone was calling my refuge camp:

The trip up in the BlueBird of Happiness went really well. I left Florida at 9am on Monday, and arrived in Fayette at 9am on Wednesday. I burned a combination of used peanut oil and diesel along the way, and got an average 9mpg. Not bad for driving your entire house and towing a truck. I’ll be spending some time at my cabin in Fayette, while looking for work.