I am typing this at the Portland Airport. I'll be seeing Mom in a week when she flies north, and Richard in about 3 weeks. As we were driving to the airport I saw some motorcycles in front of us. After a week of riding in the Ural I felt left out riding in a car. I wanted to wave and be waved back. One of the joys of riding was waving at the pedestrians gawking at the Ural and watching a big smile grow on their face. I like making people happy.
I hope the beauty of these pictures puts a smile on your face, too.
The small windows on the top right was our room.