Home on the Range 7/24-7/31

In one month's time, we moved Dad from his home in Madras to His new apartment in Spokane. Everything went famously well. We have administrative things to do: Docs, bank, bills, etc., but for the most part, we're finished. He seems happy and at ease and a little amazed. He said, "You're sure doing a lot for a guy you don't like that much." Like I say, "You only get one sperm donor." No miles yet this week. In fact, I'm quite unsettled. I've missed two straight days of doing the form. Needless to say, the emotions are pinging like beer pong balls.

I decided to take the Eagle down to Harrison for a couple nights. I spent the night  Tuesday at. PYC. In the morning I headed down lake. I sailed for about two hours. It was bliss, but the wind died near Black Rock. I got to Harrison around eleven-thirty. I ate lunch and then I rode to Plummer and back (32 miles). I took a swim and now I'm lounging like a lake lizard. Woke up rested, ate breakfast, did the form, and rode to the Snake Pit and back (68 mi.) now I'm enjoying the good life as the warm sun sets in the West. I motored back Friday morning, got home around noon, and the week was topped off with Dad's 85th birthday. It was the first time I've ever celebrated his birthday with him. Quite fun and an end to a pretty good week.

Last breakfast in Madras.

First breakfast at Harvard Park.

Greg and Tom with the trailer loaded.

Moussaka: Taste bud training.

Edwardo, my GASBBT partner.

Sun down at the lake.

Good morning, lake.

Sail on selfie.

Set the sails; sit back and relax.

Harrison, Idaho.

The Warrior statue at the Plummer trailhead.

A future water color; if only I could paint like God.

The Snake Pit, once house of ill repute, now a nice halfway stop on a 70 miler

Great grampa hugging the princesses.

Life seems ablaze for George.