It's been two months since our Final Hurrah finally ended. Of course, it hadn't quite, and not nearly so abruptly. And the moment it really did end, the real world, which we had ignored for sixty-seven days, would be denied no longer: lots of catchup needed doing. Never mind mulling how to best put a tidy bow on the whole thing, then place it on the shelf of particularly vivid memories. I left off with us having reached land's end. I had found a not too distant Super-8 motel where we could stay before setting out for home the next morning. Susan thought different. Our trusty steeds cluttering their otherwise tres fancy lobby Whereupon we spent the rest of the day on five-star lunch, dinner, and bar in between. Many, many reminiscings. The next morning we reentered reality. Three and a half miles to the nearest U-Haul, and just as we had started in Boise, hurling our stuff in the back of the thing and trudging down the road, this time towards home. This part...
Clearly, we have made an upgrade from Indian Food Truck in Biggs Junction, and Russ's Bar & Grill in Umatilla, complete with sticky floor, cracked vinyl seats and CD juke box. (To be fair, neither was half bad.) Bougie Brekki e Not Section 8 Housing Approaching Walla Walla Aside from getting to Dayton, WA, today's chief task is to make up for the appalling lack of a suitable way of shoving air into an airless tire tube. I set our route through Walla Walla to go by a bike shop. As we got to town center, road construction set us on a detour. Unknown to us at the time, around the bike shop, because of course, duh. (The Garmin Edge 1040 is really an excellent piece of kit. Full disclosure: other than our credit card having taken several Garmin hits over the years, we have no connection to Garmin. The web interface for route planning is pretty good, although it routinely fails to tell me what I ought to be doing. ...
The day after a fine, and very crowded, fireworks display, it was time to cross the Rainbow Bridge back into the US. For a very long time At least we had a view. For a very, very long time. Did I remember to mention how long the long time was? After having a great deal of time to thank the Federal Government for the great deal of time to watch a vast amount of water head out to sea, and sixteen miles threading our way through the Niagara Falls metroplex, we got to the Erie Canal Trail, which stretches across upstate NY. Beautiful day, and very different from road riding. A drawbridge, and a vijayo bombing. From Niagara Falls to Brockport, NY, 68 miles. Another 518 to put behind us.
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