I am about 650 miles from home. I could make it in a day, but might take it a little easy.
I did not share that on Saturday we were riding with a friend from the Route 66 fund raiser and I watched him have an accident behind me on I-70 in the mountains of Utah. He lost control on a downhill curve and flipped the bike and trailer. I called 911 and ran to take care of him.
Good news is that he is doing well. He broke some ribs and his shoulder blade. He's a tough 78 year old named Don. He's in a hospital in Grand Junction, CO. His Goldwing and trailer were destroyed but he will be ok. He insisted that we continue home after he was airlifted to the hospital and we were assured that he'd be ok.
God is good, all the time!