When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver...

From Colorado to Nebraska to Des Moines to Troy.
Not a lot happened, visited the grand parents, let my baby enjoy the snow, and just drove.

Then Florida.
Oh boy.
Then Troy.

That’s about all I’m going to say for that.

So I guess this is the end of the ‘trip’ portion of this blog. 12,600 miles. 2,600 short of my original estimate, but when one does not want to be buried alive in horrific snow storms, one tends to cut some edges here and there. All in all, fucking amazing. I got to see the grand canyon, legoland, palmers, Seattle, the rockies, the sawtooths, Stanley, amazing places. And I had my epiphany. Ya know, the original goal, the one thing that would make me come out of this trip screaming and smiling all at the same time?

Screaming at least.

But that chapter is finished. It’s written down, and closed. Sure, I might elude to unknown events which transpired at that time, but it’s done with. Finished.

And now we start the final post.



My name is Brian Page. I was born and raised in Arkansas, and have met some of the best and worst people of my life there. I’ve spent my summers north of the yankee line, and have quite fond memories of it. Nothing like breaking up the monotony of rednecks with the laughable idiocy of high class ass. About nine months ago or so, I got fed up, and finally decided it was best for me to get out of Arkansas. I’m about a year away from finishing my college degree, maybe a year and a half, but I got burnt out, went through a bad relationship which I knew I shouldn’t have even been in in the first place, and all in all, needed to see a few things for myself.

I am currently staying at my fathers place in Ohio until I can find an apartment for myself and a full time job which will actually allow me to obtain and sustain said environment.



This is my darling. Mein leibs. What a stalwart and stoic puppy, putting up with my ass in a car for such a long time. I never thought I would ever get closer to a dog I’ve spent every single day with. Boy howdy was I wrong. The first night we camped out and she basically stood watch over me I knew this was going to be a hell of a trip.

And really, I’m not sure I could make this trip with anyone else. A wonderful companion, she’s seen more sights than most adults, and probably has more sense.

In fact, I’m pretty damn sure she has more sense.

But guess what? I’ve lost her too. Incapable of providing for the one thing that truly has relied on me, has looked to me for care and comfort and entertainment. And I’ve let her down. I can’t even keep my own fucking dog happy.

What kind of parent is that going to make me?

I like to laugh at the thought, which I first had about nine months ago. “This dog is the only bitch I need.” At least I found it amusing. Sigh.

And I can’t have her back until I have a job where I can afford a house with a yard and a fence. At least she’s a bit happier right now back in Arkansas, yapping her damn head off at the horses, ragging around with Cossette, mooching cheetos off my mother.

Evidently she mopes around by the door a little each day, waiting for me to come home.

And I’m letting her down again by not.

Heh, it’s like something instantaneous, the tears are automatically there.

Loss after loss after loss after loss. Nothing really ever gained except problems, complications, and responsibilities. Same old shit, just a different day.

Loss.















I’ve always told Einschlafen before I’ve left to go somewhere that I’ll be back. That I’ll come back for her. And I always have, without fail. Maybe Eins isn’t the one who needs me, maybe I’m the one who needs her, but either way, I love that little shit, and I suppose in a way, it’s comforting to know that out of all the shit that I’ve lost, I know that I can always go back for her, and she’ll still be the same, honest, loving wiggle butt I raised.

Well, this is the end of this trip. We’ll see how the rest of it goes.