A crisp August morning in the North Cascades gave way to a clear, hot afternoon as we powered north towards the Sumas border crossing. An uneventful stop at Customs followed a final fill up with cheap US gas. The ferry was the busiest I've ever seen for bikes.

One woman had barged over her Harley from Brisbane Australia for a ride around the Pacific Northwest. Pretty epic!

Arriving home to my wife and daughter felt fantastic ...and also a bit sad. Great rides ending are food for melancholy. Yet I'm glad I left Colorado and Rushmore for next year and *really* glad to be off my bike seat. I think it must have something to do with the seat trim piping or seams in my jeans, but my butt is actually bruised. I'll have to look into an Airhawk or a new seat for next year... or something.

I unloaded the Crow, gave 'er a thorough wash/ACF50 rub down, and early the next morning threw on a cover, locked the gas cap and said a quick goodbye.

The family headed to Vancouver to pick up our son and spend a few days in Whistler.

Where I rode another bike.

And began to plan the next adventure.

Thank you all for following along with the Crow and myself on the summer 2015 ride. More... to come.