It was for me an unusual way to celebrate Father’s Day, but not a bad one. I was to accompany my son as he took his motorcycle back to school with him, from our home in Plainfield, Illinois to Portland, Oregon. A mutual friend of ours named Eddie had also signed on to do the ride with us, and I am grateful for that, as I am not a good alone person. My wife and one of my sisters were making the same journey by minivan, carrying some of our luggage and also acting as a chase vehicle of sorts.
We began at the R Place restaurant in Morris, Illinois, to discuss some finer points of our trip as well as fill the old cavity. As an added treat, everybody got a free Father’s Day cupcake. Mine was delicious and I expect my blood glucose levels to be back to normal any day now.
We made a lot of gas stops along the way, as dictated by the smallest fuel tank in the group. But that wasn’t all bad because we were also able to hydrate ourselves each time we stopped. It was very warm out. I carried two frozen bottles of water and one cold-but-not-frozen bottle in a freezable carrying case. They held up well and were all emptied by the time our day had ended.
We covered about 475 miles from our rendezvous point, nearly all on Interstate 80. That part was brutal at times, but we still had a lot of laughs. Tomorrow, if all goes as planned, I’ll be checking in with you from Wyoming. Take care.