The last day. I woke up in the hotel and typed out the post about having my photos accepted into the museum exhibit and my “last day” post. Then I got up and started my day. When I ate dinner in the hotel restaurant the night before they way overcooked my steak so they gave me a coupon for breakfast which they totally screwed up as well. After breakfast I packed my bags, loaded the bike and headed out for the Albuquerque Harley dealer to pick up a poker chip and see if they had any better gloves than what I was wearing. They didn’t, so I got on the road. I had enough gas to make it to Santa Fe and they had a Harley Davidson dealer as well, so I stopped there, got gas and scored at the dealership. They had heated gloves that were compatible with my heated jacket liner.
“Uh, sir. Are you sure you want those?” “Yeah, why?” “Well, it’s just that they are women’s.” “Are they pink?” “Well, no.” “Sparkley?” “No, they look just like the men’s gloves, just smaller.” “Well, let me try them on then.” I found a pair that mostly fit, they were a little tight, but they worked, so I got them. Best part? They were on the clearance table.
That made the ride a heckuva lot more comfortable. I got back on the road for Denver, stopping along the way for various photos and to make adjustments to my gear to make myself warm or more comfortable. I stopped in Trinidad and Colorado Springs for gas and at a gas station at some little town for gas-station pizza. The whole trip, whenever I stopped for something on an Indian reservation someone would ask me for money, but I never had cash. When I was getting off the interstate for lunch, someone at the bottom of the off-ramp asked for money. Again, I didn’t have any but after saying “no” so many times, I felt guilty and got money out of the ATM when I got my pizza and gave it to him on the way back out of town.
I got home around 7 and unloaded the bike. The house was still standing and was actually relatively neat. So the kid did ok. And the dog looked like he hadn’t been forgotten to be fed to many times.
He was also excited to see me based off all the face-licks I got from him.
It was a good trip, something I’ll be remembering for years to come. The best part of it? The next morning my Dad’s pathology labs came back good. So many great sights, opportunities to help my family out and friends. Chances to meet some new people.