Days 13, July 25 –
My last day of my
2005 Adventure found me waking up in Missoula, Montana, getting ready
for the last 10-12 hours before arriving home. I was filled with both
happiness to get home, but also contentment from such a wonderful trip.
Ate the free
breakfast at the hotel. They had one of those fancy waffle-makers that
you fill with a cup full of mix, flip the waffle-iron, and then wait
until it’s ready. Pretty cool; I’ve used them before, but it is always
a neat experience when you haven’t done it for some time.
Got gas and ice,
and was on the road by 7:00. But before I could really take off, I had
to get out my jacket; the temperature had dropped to 50-ish degrees, and
I was actually cold for perhaps the first time the whole trip. Stopped
in St. Regis to put on the warmer gloves, too. Pretty dramatic change
from 110 degrees in the Four Corners area of Colorado!
this part of Montana, I was again reminded of the trip with my son,
Matt. One thing that popped into my head during this stretch of road
was that Matt had done a cassette tape for the trip: one side was my
kind of music that he could stand; the other was his kind of music that
I could stand. We would flip the tape back and forth. Don’t know what
specifically triggered that memory, but it came to me during this
stretch of road.
Also began to
think about all the cool things that I had experienced this trip. Doing
the Saddle Sore 1000 to qualify for the Iron Butt Association was just
the start. I really enjoyed staying with my friend Larry and his
family. And spending the day hanging with my good friend Gary Woods was
cool, too. I was a bit sad about my buddy Brad, but I was glad to at
least have seen him.
I’ll never forget
flying along the high desert, skirting lightening storms, but enjoying
the brilliant skies. The dramatic shift in geography from Wyoming to
Colorado is clear in my minds’ eye, as is Glenwood Canyon and the
Colorado National Monument area. The shift in scenery from the
Telluride skiing area to the 110 degree heat of the Four Corners Area
(all in one day) is etched on my brain. Cruising through Durango and
the dozens of small towns on the way to Colorado Springs, often taking
time for coffee or a meal, is a beautiful memory. I’ll never forget the
Garden of the Gods, Manitou Springs Cliff Dwellings, or the Rocky
Mountain National Park, either. Waking up in Estes Park to the gurgling
of the Big Thompson river. And having friends to celebrate passing
95,000 miles on my bike. Great memories to cherish.
Made it to Post
Falls, Idaho, and called some friends from Spokane when I made a gas
stop. The time had changed to PST, so it was still a bit early. The
sun had come out, and off when the heavy leather jacket and gloves.
I’ve done the I-90 route to Seattle so many times that it is quite
boring to me. Quincy for gas, and lunch in Ellensburg. Even took a
coffee break at Snoqualmie. I was home by 4:00, happy and safe. Anne
came home, we had dinner, and we’re watching the Mariners win a ball
game. All must be right in the world.
So this is the end
of my 05 Adventure. I might make some different selections of pictures
on the web site, but leave all of them up in the “Previous Notes” and
“Previous Pictures” sub-pages.
I appreciate the
patience of all those who have traveled with me through these emails.
If you ever want to go for a ride, just let me know.