Sharing the trip home

Oh, let me take you back to that quirky blog post of mine, dubbed “S.O.L.O.,” a little nod to the lone adventurers and occasional racers among us, spiced up with a dash of leisurely dawdling when the journey turns homeward. Let me tell you, today was a textbook example of those days, but with a twist – my partner in crime, Mo, was along for the ride, turning our trek back into an epic tale of camaraderie.

We kicked off our day at the crack of dawn (or what felt like it) at Towgotee Pass, soaking in vistas that had been playing hard to get until now. Trust me, the place is a stunner.

Following our scenic appetizer, we meandered through Teton Valley, and boy, does that place put Bozeman in perspective – like a giant next to a toddler.

Our hunger pangs led us to this gem in Driggs called Lemongrass Vietnamese. My taste buds are still sending thank you notes – absolutely scrumptious. And what better way to digest than by immersing ourselves in what I fondly call the “water of the gods“?

Now, I’m back home, gearing up for a grass-fed beef cook-off and an SOA binge. Ah, living the dream. And the cherry on top? The need for my personal ad is officially a thing of the past.