On Wednesday morning, I woke in Todos Santos Mexico. Little baby chase was in the crib provided and cooing. The waves crashed in the distance and the light layer of fog and clouds was still present. Soon to be heated away by the rising sun. Harper and Paxton were sleeping on the two beds arranged in an L shape. Our bed on the other side of the room, furthest away from the coast, faced the doors and windows. Our last day in Mexico.
Two hour drive in our rented Jetta to the south end of the Baja Peninsula. Rental car return. Then the flight check, which is never short when you have a lap infant. San Jose del Cabo-Phoenix-LA-Redmond OR. Home finally at 10pm. Travel with a 5, 4 and 1 year old is work and we were tired.
However, by 11pm, my bags were emptied and laundry was going. By noon the next day my truck was packed. Small kitchen bag, groceries, travel guitar, back seat bed made up, mobile office, water, clothing, rep samples.
Sixteen Northstar canoes to be picked up in Billings MT, 900 miles away. Sunset along hwy 97 north from Bend is always a nice reward. The mountains to the west glow from white to red and tactfully contrast the rolling grass lands I travel. The gorge heading east. 395 north to 90 east to Spokane. That night the Pilot station in Ritzville is my parking spot. The next day I visit dealers in Spokane WA. By Noon, I settle in to drive 600 miles east. A visit in Missoula breaks the drive briefly. Finally, MT delivers some nice weather to me in late March. Usually, I get frosted and blown right back home. I return swearing off late winter visits to the big sky country. Not this time. Billings at 1030pm. Done.
2 countries, 6 states in 48 hours.
