Family Mellmann

Slow drivers, beautiful scenery, high winds, heat and cold, dirt roads, driving rain and "dry" heat, new smells, bison detours, horseback speeds and "a river runs through it", tents and hotels, beers in the garage overlooking a sea of BMW motorcycles, family, and time with a dear friend. A month of driving, hauling, riding, visiting, relaxing, and vacationing is coming to an end.  Home is in our sights.

This is it, our last day on the road.   Our last night was clearly designed to make sure we were eager to get home; the air conditioner barely worked so it was actually cooler outside than in our room, but the portion of the window that would open wasn't even large enough for Katherine to climb through much less move any volume of air.   Around midnight I called the front desk to see if they had any fans, but...no. We "slept" spread eagle, with cold wash cloths, and on top of the covers.  Our (my) restless sleep was interrupted by random hallway noises from a partying crowd of conference-goers who can't hold their liquor. This morning we beat a hasty retreat to the car where the air conditioner is blasting, the music is playing, and the engine is humming as we cruise through the Canadian countryside toward the border. The sun is shining through low fluffy clouds as we roll past farms and homes doing life; mowing, bailing hay, playing in the yard, weeding the garden, f...