Postscript

Of course the journey is never really over. I didn’t get north of Colorado until we made a side trip to Illinois for a nephew’s graduation. Finally back in Montana later in May, I went straight to Yellowstone to watch the red dogs amble and scramble behind their bison mamas (they grow up so fast!). I reclaimed my house and threw a neighborhood block party. By early June I was spotted surprising Sue in the Mission Mountains and dining with Wanda at Lake Pend Oreille’s charming Squeeze Inn, en route to an Alaska cruise. It seems there will always be a new roadway/waterway/pathway to follow.