When I drove away from camp, my phone was missing.

I drove back to my site and searched the grounds, my camper and my truck. No phone.

I had a panic attack.

Taking a day off Larry’s bike tour to visit Ken and Natalie, they suggested camping next door to us and, AND preparing dinner for the two nights we’re together.  Can’t beat that, no siree!

This morning he set off. To conquer.

“Will you be ok, with the manly part, if you stop and take rest for the afternoon?” I asked.

“Yes, I don’t have any macho thing to prove. Besides, I get to spend the afternoon with you, my favorite person.”

Or, “Mind over Matter, if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”

“I realized, I’m Selfish, to put you through this.” He announced, as if this was new news.

“I have mixed emotions about being here and…

We spent a few days in Eugene, Oregon visiting people I love and meeting a few new ones to add to that list.

“If you are homeless , where do you live?” I asked.

As we neared Laramie, Wyoming on a two lane highway, a black SUV wanker decided to pass another vehicle without enough room.

“Look at his idiot.” Larry said.

Well, Larry researched the safety recall, “no accidents have been reported to date,” he reported...

“I saw a bike accident.”

“Did they die?”

“No,” but he was still visibly uncomfortable, and began pacing in the kitchen.

“Let’s go for a hike.” Larry suggested, through gritted teeth.

“What route is Larry taking?”  I’ve been asked.

“The Northern tier,” I reply.

“What’s that?”

Very good question…

We went to see the new grand puppies last night. Seven blind little balls of black and white velvet fur, Stabyhouns, one of the top five rarest dog breeds in the world.

Any and everybody whose has graced our property, has been given a ‘tour’ of Larry’s fifth wheel, S.S.Tunafish. I’ve never understood the masculine attraction to all things mechanical and gadgetry, but it’s a real phenomenon…

With many memories of the good times, we say goodbye to Old Green. It’s been a great run, you did what was expected and more.

Old Green is in the transmission shop. We wait for news.

Big White, our newly purchased F-150 continues to sit on the dealership’s lot.

My husband takes an inordinate amount of time to research, study and contemplate the purchase of a high ticket item.

The last truck we purchased took Larry two years to decide.

His high performance racing bike, three years.