The time came to take my grandson back home to Indiana. He had a great time here and thanked me for the time and effort to make it happen. He got to jet ski but not go out on the boat. He finally asked in the last two days if he could ride Pat's bike. And this time the answer was yes. So, he rode all over the place. I asked him if he ever felt lost. He said he got turned around once but figured it out. He is a smart kid.
And just like that our two weeks were over. The trip back was a road trip. We started early to make sure we made it to Billings the first night. Disappointed in the hotel. Three years ago, we were there, and they were refurbishing the pool. I don't know what the problem is now, but there is still not a working pool. And the best part was the no hot water. But we had a bed and a roof.
Spent the next night in Minnesota. Always nice to have a place to stay. And then we were back. He was home. He claimed not to miss his siblings, but I could tell he did when he asked the younger two if they wanted to go jump on the trampoline with him. They gave him a little welcome back gift that must have had a joke in it. He appreciated it.
I opted to do a very quick turnaround. So, the next day the granddaughter and I headed back to the PNW. A total reverse of the trip with the exception of a different hotel in Billings. The whole trip back was pretty quiet and uneventful. Saw no buffalo in either direction. Just lots of cows and horses. Made it back before dark and got to settle in with the scared dogs on the Fourth of July. Now to spend some quality time with my girl.
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