Goodbye Adler

On Sunday we drove from St. Mary, along the southern border of Glacier National Park and down to Missoula.

We drove down the east shore of Flathead Lake. It’s sloping shore and cherry orchards reminded us of the Finger Lakes region of New York.

We came here to put our grandson, Adler, on a plane home to Hot Springs, Arkansas. He had been with us for 51 days, from the red rock deserts of Utah…

to the conifer woods of Glacier. Our trailer isn’t made for three people. It was tight quarters, Adler had to sleep on the converted dinette and had no space of his own. But he was an uncomplaining traveler and brought a lot of laughter.

As I watched his plane taxi…

and then take off, I just hoped he would have a safe trip (he did) and that he would be willing and able to join our adventure next summer.