Still on the road, but the beds are getting worse.
Yes, it's the curse of the motel beds hitting me. I woke up this morning near Rockford, Illinois with an aching back. Oh well. Just another good reason to get up, walk the dogs and hit the road early, I guess.
Yesterday was a tough day, but a good one. Eighteen years ago, I watched Kelly come into my world. Yesterday, I watched her leave it.
I know that she's not really gone -- just like all my other kids. But there's something final about saying so long to the last one that was living with you. It does make it feel like you're moving into a new stage. And that's certainly what I'm doing by packing up and heading to the other end of the country.
So Jaime and I packed up our tears, dogs, bicycle and everything else and headed out of Louisville north to Canada. We should be in Saskatchewan tomorrow, if all goes well.
I'm sitting in the lobby of a Motel 6, with several annoyed people watching me and waiting their turn on this shared terminal, so I'm going to sign off. See you back in the big country to the north...