There is No Place Like Home

There is no place like home

We have been home for about 2 months arriving home on Sunday, August 8, 2010 at about 7:10PM. I was scheduled to return to work on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 8:00AM after using 4 weeks of vacation. I did make it to work extremely tired and was tired most of that first week. Imagine how truly amazing it was traveling as far as we did on a Harley Davidson Motorcycle? We travelled coast to coast. It took us a little while to transition back to a normal life and to a normal routine. Unpacking the Harley was not really a problem. How much can you pack on a motorcycle? However, while traveling, we shipped items from the Harley shops that we visited.  There were also times our family shipped items for us from the post office. We had about 5 or 6 boxes to unpack and we took hundreds of pictures. We needed to unpack, develop pictures and get them in albums. At present, I still need to put some of them in a photo album. We had pins and patches to sort. We also had tee-shirts, and grandchildren stuff to sort. There were several thank you cards to write that included pictures. We also had 17 hours of video for Jim to put on DVDs.

One morning, about a month after being home, I was sitting on my flag stone patio, in a high back oak chair. I looked at my red bud tree and at the Leyland Cypress trees next to the bench arbor that Jim build. The combination of colors and textures against the sky was beautiful. The sky was power blue and the clouds hung low and were a cotton ball white. I am thinking, “This is just as pretty as what I saw on the trip.” I do very much appreciate my home. On the trip we experience extremes in temperatures of heat in the Mojave dessert to the coldness of San Francisco and the Rocky Mountains. We saw beauty in the Flat Plains, Sky Country in Montana, the mountain, the lakes, rivers and sky. We survived the High wind gust areas of Salk Lake City, Utah and the very bad odors of the Cargill Stockyards but the Pine trees in Yellowstone National Park smelled just like Christmas. This was a trip of a lifetime, but near the end. Jim said,” I do not know if my bed misses me but I miss my bed.”

July 8, 2012 now we are going back in the saddle, so to speak on another “Heck of a Ride”. This time, we are COASTAL CRUISING.