The Finish Line

When I got to Van Horn, cleaned off the road dust, ate a big plate of Chuy's Mexican food, I made some calls and talked of getting to El Paso in two days.
But like a mule headed to the barn after a hard day's work, I trudged a little harder and a little longer. Drank more gatorade, ate more Clif bars, and plowed that field.
The tail wind helped also. I got hot spots on the bottom of my feet and had to take a couple of breaks. I got into the city vicinity and had to relearn how crazy traffic can be. But the mule kept pulling.
Eventually, there I was at my parents house. Rick, the next door neighbor took our picture. Destination. I shortened the map, took one ride in a truck, and arrived two days ealier than planned. But it all feels worthy.
I am going to have a great grandson plunge onto the planet any minute now, so getting here early can be a good thing. There are family and special friends I am anxious to visit before the class reunion festivities begin. This is a fast and furious attempt to write and install pictures. As time goes by, I want to show more pics and tell more stories about the interesting and fine folks I've met along the way. Please stay tuned.