trip home
Trip Home Although it had been raining earlier in the mourning while I was in class, when I set out for home the sun had come out with only a few light sprinkles. ... I had just passed the old Hammer’s farm, which is the half way point for my ride home, and I knew I would be home in another 15 minutes. ... I walked to the nearest house, which was no more than a quarter of a mile away, only to find that no one was home after pounding on their door for a few minutes.