I had a good visit with some family in Weleetka, and stayed with my aunt sealy in Stillwater Oklahoma. Rode out late the next day, made good time and miles into Kansas.
Got into Russell Kansas and the Russell Inn had my name all over it! Bike fit nicely in the room, got a good nights rest to the sound of the rain on the window. I woke up earlyish after having the nicest dream about my friend Pam. Had left the bike loaded, just backed out and hit the road. Rode in a constant drizzle for hours, stopping every 100mi or so to refuel, and dry off a little. By lunch I made it to Colby Ks. Pulled the bike under the visitors center shelter. And the nicest folks were inside, made me some coffee, let me peal out of my shell a little. And warm up. She directed me to a bbq place across the way, and the folks in there were nice as can be too. Stuck a Douglas wy. Pin and a casper pin in his map. The 2 gals fed me ribs n beans hushpuppies, and sweet potato mash. They even had some duct tape for me to redo my raingear. Sleeves taped to leather jacket, tape belt around my Gordon fisherman coat, cabalas cold weather gortex shooters gauntlets over everything, 2 hooded sweatshirts, vest, leather jacket, heavy duty raid bib-overalls. I was soo wet and cold. Saw some interesting cloud formation around Colby Ks as I got back on I-70. Hammer down ,and down the road I went.
I got a few moments of sunshine around Limon Colorado. That was nice.
Hit Denver right at rush hour. Roll along, and nail it, hit the brakes and roll along again.
Stopped at gunther-toodys for a burger, they were almost too happy in there. And when in left all 30 employees had to tell me “be careful out there.” And “ride safe.” After about 12 I thought “another one of yall tell me how to ride, I’m gonna yell at ya all!!!” but I didn’t say a word I just boogied out the door. They were just trying to be nice as it was raining hard outside and I’m sure I looked miserable! But at that point I had no sence of humor what so ever. I just wanted to be home.
Between Thornton and ft Collins traffic backed up and down the road I saw a highway patrol in the left lane doing 73mph, no on one would or could go around him. So I worked my way up behind him and flashed my pass light, he sped up, and got to the right, I whipped it up to about 80mph and held it there, well my luck held out. Pushed hard into Wyoming, in Wheatland I picked up my coveralls. 1st friendly faces I’ve seen in weeks. Ang and Art were good to see, had my coveralls in the back if their truck for the last 22 days. I suited up and rode out into the cold wet dark.
I made it home around 10:30pm. Glad to be here!!
All in all. 6307mi, averaging 42.6mpg. last day was 662.9mi in the rain. The cold wet rain. Averaging 43.5mpg. longest hardest day I’ve ever ridden. 22 days living on Bessie my Hayamoosa. Longest I’ve ever lived on a motorcycle. This is my Valhalla story. The tale my friends will tell long after I’m gone. I have lived 2 lifetimes on this trip. And learned countless lessons. Lessons of life and culture. Of friends and living life, And even understanding death.
I feel blessed to have been able to ride this ride. I thank god I made it home safe.
i tried to take a pic of the Chattahoochee dam, but nope. had just enough juice for an emergency text if i had needed it. 
yea i guess i'll do that.
