Our journey is over. Yet our story is not.
We returned to Tyngsborough, MA, last night or early this morning, depending on how you look at it. It's Tuesday now, August 21, Elliot's birthday. We are home, H. is at work, and so am I. There's a car out in the driveway that served as our home for three weeks, except when it was in the infirmary in Kalispell.
I still have stories to tell you, so keep coming back for a while, won't ya?
(photo, l - r): Stuart, Heather, Elliot, the Tobester, and Me at Mt. Rushmore, Saturday, August 18th. Note the leering old men in the background. Obviously they're checking out the wife. We heard catcalls.
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