Well the fellowship is broken (sorry Tolkien). After over 1200 miles, I've had enough. Bit off more than I could chew, etc. I flew home on Tuesday, July 22. The captain pedals on.

The trip was alright for awhile, even interesting. Perhaps, the monotonous scenery of western Oregon, Idaho; perhaps the heat (must have had 8 to 10 days in a row above 100, at least one 110F day). At any rate, I decided that I wasn't going to do the whole thing as we approached the 1000 mile mark. Of course at that point we were in the middle of nowhere, so I had to wait until we got to Missoula, Mt to quit.

We got into Missoula around 5PM on Friday, July 18, exactly 1 month since leaving Seattle and 1,215 miles later. That weekend we rented a car and drove up to Glacier National Park. More on that in subsequent posts.

I have the pictures that were taken up to that point and will be publishing more entries in the upcoming weeks. For now, I'm relaxing and getting back into normal life again.