(Dachary)

We’ve got 2.5 weeks. We’re heading west until we run out of west, or time. Going as fast as we can until we get close to the rockies (~500 miles a day, and hotels at night). Stopping quickly at relatives along the way. Hoping to see as many National Parks as we can along the way, and not freeze to death in Glacier National Park, or any of the others in the Northwest while we camp.

It is with heavy heart that I must report the time has come to say farewell to Bandido, our faithful adventure dog. It didn’t matter if we were taking a drive to the coffee shop, or a ride on the Ural across the country, he was always happy to head out and eager to face whatever adventure the road might bring us. I’d be a damn lucky person if I could approach every day with the same unfettered joy he demonstrated day after day in the years that I was blessed to know him.