Today was anticlimactic. We got up, washed the bike and trailer and headed home from Linda's parents house. We took I-680, a freeway we've ridden so many times before that the Goldwing takes itself home. As expected, the traffic was congested and fast. There are places where this freeway expands to six lanes and every lane seems filled with cars going hither and yon and all of them need to get there yesterday.

It's just a matter of gritting your teeth and putting in the last sixty miles or so. The weather is getting warmer with temps in the high 80's but we are not concerned. We get to Santa Clara and get off the freeway, winding along the back roads to Chili's for some lunch before we call it quits. We know we're avoiding the end of the trip. We both know this could be the last time we ride completely around the United States. Our tired old butts have mixed feelings about that reality.

As some point, lunch is finished, the bike is waiting, and the trip is over whether we are in our driveway or not. Might as well get on with it. We pull into the driveway, some sixty days after we had left. A little tired, a little proud, and a little sad that it's over.

Of course I've been thinking about the next trip. We've done the "Lap America" thing. It's time now to look towards Alaska. Now that would be interesting. We'll see.