And, we still had the motorcycle to return to the dealer by noon. So, we got on the bike and took one more short ride up to Ila Valley, just to enjoy the coolness of the air. It felt great!
Alas, the time came when we had to ride to the dealership. When we got there, Janice made a sign for me to hold to commemorate my 50th state ride. We went outside and the staff took some pics and congratulated me for my achievement. I know there are many other motorcyclists who have ridden in each of the United States. But, compared to the general population, I'm in a pretty unique group.
A staff member drove us back to the hotel. Where we sat and sat. We were just plain tired and ready to be home. The clock would not tick fast enough for either of us. 
We did go on a short walk to get a nondescript lunch in a mall, but we pretty much sat in a veranda next to the lobby, enjoying the breeze for most of the day.
Finally, the appointed time for the shuttle came, and we loaded our mess into the van and rode to the airport. A couple of hours, we boarded the big plane and took off for San Francisco. We both cat-naped as we flew high above the ocean. The landing in San Francisco went well; we disembarked the plane, and found that we'd re-board the same plane to Houston. 30 minutes later, we got back on the plane and took off for Houston.
The flight to Houston was fine; we got to witness a sunrise from 35,000 feet and saw lots of snow on the tops of the Rocky Mountains. Pretty neat experience.
In Houston, we discovered that we had 20 minutes to get to the gate for the next flight. And it was two terminals away! We almost did the OJ thing, trying to get where we needed to be as quickly as possible. One shuttle ride later, and we made it with a few minutes to spare. The flight to RDU was fine, and Adrian showed up to carry us back to home. Home sweet home!
Getting home was a long trip, beginning at 10pm om Tuesday and ending at 4:30pm on Wednesday. But we and our mess got home safely.
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