July 3rd to July 7th...Hawaii to Kentucky

This leg of the journey went as simply and wonderfully uneventful as can be. I don't really mind flying, but uneventful flying is always best.  I flew out of Honolulu on the 3rd at 9:00 pm, Salt Lake at 9:55 am, and Phoenix at 3:35 pm. I arrived in Minneapolis at a little after 8:00 pm, and Spike and Brian came to pick me up.

I insisted on a shower before we scooted over to Gold Metal Park to watch the fireworks. The fireworks was a good show, the sliver moon over the Gold Metal Flour sign as it was getting dark at, oh, 9:30 was a lovely sight. After the fireworks, and a quick stop at Jimmy John's, Spike and I went back to his place and crashed.

Tuesday we all went to work, left early and brought Mora (Spike's rescue greyhound) to a quick vet appointment and gave her a bath, then we drove up to St. Cloud to pick up my mom's car. Once back in Minneapolis, we narrowly avoided rain and had tasty burgers and beverages at Town Hall Brewery.

The next morning I decided to paint Spike's living room orange. I think it is still growing on him, but in the gray winters the warmth of that room will be welcoming.

Thursday, July 7th, I drove. A long way. From Minneapolis, through Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, and into Kentucky. Total, 846 miles.

There were a few funny things that, had I not been on a mission, I would have stopped to take pictures of. One: a sign right before an intersection that had a left arrow pointing to Indianapolis, and a right arrow pointing to...Brazil. Hmm, I wonder where I'd rather go. I mean, Indy 500? No contest.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.