Just catching up on my last trip. My brother and I landed in Sac at 11pm Friday night. Stayed at a local hotel two nights. My bro ended up paying for 5 rooms with his Choice Hotels program. He used about 58,000 points out of 98,000 saved up.
We went to the concert Saturday night in Stocton to see the trio but left early during the last Dylan set to get back to our Sac hotel to be right on 80 and ready to leave early. We got to Rock Springs, WY on Sunday night. 850 miles. The next night, we made it to Des Moines, IO. Another 890 miles. The third night, we made it to Niagaa Falls, NY. A 875 mile day. The next day, we only had to go 612 miles to get my brother to work in Augusta, ME by that evening. I drove home to my apartment and got home at 11pm. Only 670 miles that day.
I missed not seeing my son very long this time. I'll be sending him a ticket to come visit for one of the holidays this fall. He and my office manager are taking good care of the business. It's slow but holding on.
Since driving back there in early June, driving the pickup and trailer back here with all my stuff and then flying back there to drive my car back here, I've driven 10,000 miles across the USA this summer. It would have been better on 2 wheels.
Yesterday, I just put another 225 miles on my old Goldwing. I really need to ride as much as I can around here now as the season is so short. It'll be sled season before I know it.
My new apartment here had all new wallpaper in the kitchen when I got home. I sure hope Doug and John aren't the only ones who want to come to Maine.
Although that makes me very happy. I need to see others from the posse out here too. Fall colors. Winter sledding. Summer motorcycling and ATVing. Lobster. Whatever your fancy. I'll be here. For a while anyway. Maybe not forever.
I may plan on getting my motorcycle down to North Carolina in my nephews garage this winter. That way, I can visit him this winter and be able to explore more of the southeast. I need to ride in all those states down there anyway. Fill in my map more.
Anyways, I'm kind of tired of traveling on the highways right now. And my brother is a big rig truck driver with a route in New England. He hates truckers now. He says that when he gets back to work and hears one of his peers bitching about 4 wheelers again, he's going to speak his mind. He couldn't believe how many bad truck drivers there were. He moaned and groaned about truckers as much as there were corn fields in the mid west.