Last night at 1:00 AM, my cave in the woods found me. 6,500 miles, give or take, much accomplished, many wonders experienced. I prayed for good weather, and for the most part, got it. With exception of a bit of snow between Hartford and Albany and some sloppy sleet between Buffalo and Casper (both in Wyoming!), and a couple of days of rain in DC and west of Chicago, I encountered a lot of beautiful, warm, Indian summer days, and enjoyed the company of good friends and close family. But even the rain couldn't dampen my enthusiasm for the marvels of the journey. Molly performed flawlessly, not a hint of mechanical trouble.

As I get caught up today, I should be able to post more pictures and an update of the last several days.

Now I need to spend a month repenting of my culinary excesses...