We made it!

It took Steve and I three days to make it from Julie's to Littleton.  We changed our route in order to find the Big Sky Brewery in Missoula, MT.  We had planned to go through Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons, but how often do you get to visit the birthplace of Moose Drool Brown Ale.  We loaded up on T-shirts, hats and pint glasses and after two small samples we were back on the road to go all the way across the street to the Missoula Harley shop to stock up on more T-shirts.  Then we hit the highway for Butte, MT.

The home of Moose Drool Brown Ale

Day two, was rough.  We hit rain and more road construction.  This slowed us down considerably.  That was OK though as we saw some incredible scenery.  Too bad I couldn't take any pictures.
The second night brought us to Rock Springs, WY, just a little fart of a town.  We scored a $77.00 room at the Days Inn.  Sweet digs.  Next door was a place called Bombers.  Kind of seedy looking but the dining area was newly renovated and looked clean enough.  The food turned out to be really good and it so happened to be the hang out for bikers from all around as well as local.  Go figure with a place named Bombers.  We engaged in conversation about Harley stuff and how to get more horse power and tourque outta our Hogs, ya know, gear head stuff.  Steve and I then figured to finish the evening with a cold one and went over to the "other side" of the establishment.  Oh wow!  So this is where the underbelly of Rock Springs hangs out.  No doubt most folks here have a parole officer to report to.  We order a beer and to our delight, they were about to have Kareoke night.  We were witness to some of the worst singing ever but the singers exhibited real confidence and what I am sure was a switch blade in their pants so Steve and I offered each one hardy applause.  I decided to call it a night before Zelda, the tattoo bearded chic at the bar asked me to dance.  She gave me a long stare when I came in and I was a bit unconfortable.

Made it safely.  High fives and a Moose Drool.  Now, where is the wash bucket?

Day three was an early start with about 380 miles to go.  Nothing to report as the drive went smooth enough except for the heat as we entered Fort Collins, CO.  After pealing off a layer of leather it was comfortable enough to carry on and cruise into Littleton and up Steve's driveway.  SUCCESS!!  3,900 miles and enough memories to fill a book.  Best of all, no incidents or injuries even though we got to experience some rather dicey moments thanks to Mother Nature.
I we loved the trip made even more special with Steve and Cheena on the road with us.  Maybe next year we'll look into an East Coast trip.  Get your motor runnin'...