I woke at 6:00 a.m., showered, and had breakfast of granola, yogurt, bananas, and milk. I organized the cabin, made sandwiches for the trip, and got rid of my garbage. I sealed the boxes and called the taxi to see if she could come bit early.
The airport was small and had one carrier (Delta) and one gate. The baggage handler weighed my boxes and they were 60 and 39 pounds. He suggested I shuffle the contents to get them under 50 pounds, so I did. I had to take out my sandals and put it in my carry-on bag, and I got the bags down to 49 and 48 pounds. While I was shuffling my gear, people started asking me about my trip and none were aware of the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route, so I told them you will be hearing more in the years to come.
The flights were uneventful. I first flew to Salt Lake City, then to Detroit, and finallly to Harrisburg. When I picked up my gear boxes, one was split down the corner. All my small gear was inside other bags, so I doubted that I had lost anything but I started a claim just in case. We loaded the bike and gear boxes in the car for the ride home; it was about 10:45 p.m.
We arrived home at about 11:30 p.m.; I took the boxes into the garage and came into the house from the garage. When I opened the door, the boys were sitting there. Norman hung back, but Fred came right over and head-butted and sniffed my leg and started to whimper. Norman then started running excitedly around the house. It was nice to be home!
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