Lisa and I made follow-up visits to Whitney's Bookshelf to leave flyers (and ended up buying videos and books, because that's the kind of people we are), and to the Jim Butler Inn & Suites to introduce ourselves and Westercon 74 to the manager so that when our hotel liaison calls to settle our room block, she'll know what's going on. Then it was time to go home.
We refueled the Astro for the final time at Gasoline Alley (right next door to the Mizpah) and set off on the final leg of our eighteen-day road trip. Today was a relatively straightforward drive, including the shorter of the two "retraces" (in this case the section from the NV-360 junction south of Mina to the US-95A junction at Shurz).
We stopped in Hawthorne and had lunch (breakfast, actually) at the El Capitan casino. (I recommend their hamburger and steaks.) Hawthorne was in our plans as the emergency trip extension if by some chance we were too tired to continue. (We did that once when we tried driving home straight from Las Vegas and discovered that we can't do that at the end of a long road trip; in the future we will always stop overnight, probably at Tonopah.) North of Hawthorne, we took US-95A through Yerrington (it's about the same distance as via Fallon) for minor variety.
Around 4:15 PM, we arrived home. The house was in one piece. No pipes had frozen (we'd left electric heaters running), and it was not as cold as we feared it would be (only 15°C) in the house. Lisa got the propane turned on and heat running in the trailer, and I got the fireplace rekindled in the living room of the house. We unpacked the Astro fairly efficiently, possibly because by now we've had a lot of practice in moving stuff in and out of it, although this was the only time we took out everything. All of the other stops have either been "luggage and valuables only," or in the case of the two convention stops, piecemeal moves where we got what was needed for a specific thing and then moved it back to the van as soon as possible.
Per the odometer on the Astro, that's 2,575 miles (about 4,150 km) that we logged during the past eighteen days. We're very glad to be home. Tomorrow is the Day of Luxury: no alarm clock at all.