Living the Dream, or, The Open Road

Getting away for even just a long weekend is never easy. For us, summers are challenging because we have a lawn service, and it's our busiest season. However, our boys work with us, so they know what to do, and Caleb now has a driver's license.

So Dave arranged for the boys to take care of a few lawns on Friday and Monday, and suddenly we were free.

Dave had always wanted to ride his motorcycle on the scenic mountain roads in Colorado. We decided to put the Harley in the back of the truck and enjoy the AC as we traveled through western Kansas. We had put it in the back of the truck once before, when we drove the Harley to Dallas to pick up the truck which Dave saw on ebay. Still, it's a dicey operation. At home, Dave and Caleb managed to get the bike in the back of the truck without a hitch using our curb and ramps.

In the back of our minds, however, was a nagging concern about we were going to get the motorcycle back off the truck. Dave scoped out Salida, and decided the boat dock area near the river would work.

He lined it up, got out the ramps, and rolled it off as smooth as you please.

 We parked the truck in the alley behind the hostel where we'd spent the night, then loaded all the gear we would need for the next three days on the bike.

And we were ready to roll. As we got on the open road heading toward the mountains, I realized how worried I'd been about all the necessary details coming together. I thought, "We're actually doing it!"

Almost immediately, Dave said, "We're doing it!"
We were living the dream.