Carl wrote this on the car door in the Prius grime. Anne quipped that it should have read, “Saint Louis in dust.” Jay and Carl took us out to breakfast. Afterwards it was hugs all around. We said our goodbyes. We’ll see them again in a month at the cabin. We jumped into our respective Priuses and then Anne and I headed out on the highway, keeping our electric motor rolling, looking for adventure, born to be wild! Well, the five was all backed up, all stop and go. We crawled to I-90, turned east and with 2,000 miles to go, headed home. I drove through the mountains east of Seattle. Anne took over and got us across the Columbia. It rained off and on through the mountains. We crossed the continental divide and ended up in Bozeman.