The Trip Home

The last few days of the trip we spent getting home just about any way we could.  The day after we arrived back at the Pastor's house, Dad had another friend in Utah who was able to come pick us up from there.  With some difficulty, we got the bike loaded and hit the road.

He was able to take us all the way through Utah and into Colorado.  We stopped for lunch on the way and we met up with another HonorBound Member.  We talked about our situation, and when he learned that we hadn't been able to get my bike, he said he'd get it!  We told him he didn't have to, that it was a long way to Pueblo, but he insisted!  So, hopefully, I will have my bike after all in a couple weeks.

From there we went to my Uncle's house; he lives in Grand Junction, which was a perfect midpoint.  It was dark by the time we got there, so we all stayed there that night.  Dad's friend who took us there went back home the following morning (after we talked with him for a good while).  We stayed at that house all that day so Dad could figure out how to get home.  We ended up renting a U-Haul truck for a few days.  The next morning we got a ride from another friend Dad knows in Grand Junction (this guy he had known for years and years--he took us to lunch, and they spent some time catching up).  After that he dropped us off at the U-Haul rental place, and we left there in a big truck with an octopus on the side.

We had a hard time loading up the bike; it was a long way up to the back and the ramp wasn't as long as we would have liked, so it was very steep.  But once it was on, we got it secured and finally headed home.

We drove home all that day.  Since we already had the big truck, we stopped by to pick up some furniture we bought in Pueblo, too.  We drove home without any problems, and now I'm at Bikerchurch blogging.  So glad to be home!