Adventure 492: Home Sweet Home/Tale of the Tape

Breakfast; Cager wins the Sloway Open

The 2018 FOMO Trip is officially over. A good time was had by all. After a leisurely morning in the Sloway Campground outside Regis, MT, we arrived home none the worse for wear about 11:30. The tale of the tape shows the following:

19.5 days on the road.
9 days to get to Little Eden on a high line route through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (1900 miles).
7 days at Little Eden Camp. Weather excellent, company excellent, experience excellent (120 miles on the bike).
3.5 days to get home (1895 miles total: 369, day one; 658 day two; 725 day three; 135 day 3.5).

As I've mentioned, I'm a creature of habit, some of which are good. One of my good habits is to use the road jitters after a trip to clean the gear. As a matter of habit, we also clean house before we leave on a trip, so it's pristine upon our return. It always feels good to walk into a clean abode. So, I did my usual as soon as we got home. First, I stripped the trailer of dirty laundry and food stuffs. Second, I washed the truck. Meanwhile, Judy set to work on her garden. Tomorrow, we'll clean the inside and outside of the trailer to get it ready for its next adventure, a trip to Priest Lake, which will make Frac happy. I'll have the oil changed in Fric on Thursday, so he'll be happy. We'll be rested by the weekend before we go up to the lake, so Judy and I will be happy. In short, we're all happy, which makes life good, especially today.

P.S. Thank you, Lord, for traveling mercies.

 Vacuumed, dusted, washed, and waxed. Oil change and tire rotation Thursday.

 Frac scheduled for cleaning tomorrow.

 The driveway tomato patch is bursting with young potential.

 The patio pots are flourishing.

 The Milpa, my ancient Mayan corn, beans, and squash planter is happy.

 The cherry tomato patch is bursting.

 So are the herbs.

 We missed the roses, but the bush beans, the carrots, the basil, and the summer wild flowers are going bonkers.

 We'll squeeze in a Fourth of July pizza feed with our good buddies, the Ulmens and the Drouins tomorrow..

 Norton Latourelle's cardinals are happy.

 The Milpa.

 One fragrant rose remains. Smelling it made us happy.

Our Happy Home.