Mike picked me up at the door of our Rexburg motel at 6:30 a.m. in a torrential downpour. In the morning darkness, we huddled to examine a map. Mike's original route involved geocaching on back roads, but weather warnings were in effect for the passes. "I think we should just go to I-15 and drive on home," said Mike. "What do you think?"
"Yes," I agreed sedately.
"YES! WOO-HOO! GOIN' HOME!" said the inner self.
"We'll get home in good time and then we'll watch the election results this evening," added Mike.
The weather out of Rexburg was especially bad -- rain that looked like it could deteriorate to snow. As we approached the summit of the first pass, it was snowing in earnest and visibility was poor. We were glad when that dissipated. We had rain off and on all the way home. We were passing through Missoula before 11:00 MST and arrived at the Clarkston house at 2:30 PST. We unpacked the car and reviewed the mail. At this writing a cheery fire perks along in our little stove, television is on, Nellie is curled up on her pillow. Frozen leftovers will serve for dinner.
It feels as though we left in summer and returned in winter. In fact, autumn just showed us how variable she can be. It was a good trip -- good to see family in their homes and good to be back to our own home and routine. With love, KW