Over the next month, Zealand and I would be slowly making our way back east. Once we made it back to Vegas, I was hoping to hit the road as soon as I got the keys back in my hands. I was not that lucky. The bus/van/truck, lets just call her Big Blue Betty Boo Boo. Once I started Big Blue, I knew that it was not ready and I'm glad I stopped to looked under the hood before I drove off for the next 2,500 miles to go. This auto shop had parts missing, parts not connected properly, and it sounded worse than when I dropped it off! Looks like I'll be staying in Vegas one more night.
That next morning Big Blue was as ready as she'd ever be to get back on the road. Zealand and I stocked up on supplies and hit the road once again hoping for the best and prepared for the worst. At this point I knew we had a very slow going trip from here on out. Top speed of 55mph keeping the doors open and paying close attention to every little sound in the engine. I figured that I could only drive four hours at a time and no more than eight hours total for a day. So for the next month, I would wake up to look at the map each morning to see what was 4 to 8 hours away and decide where to go next. A lot of those mornings I would just decide to stay another day or 4. From Vegas Zea and I headed to Grand Canyon National Park to catch the sunset. We pushed on after that and found some public land to set up that night.