Our last day at the beach was spent at (the secluded) Falcon Cove. The tide was out, the weather was amazing, and I was OFF-LEASH – because I am a VERY good boy. Although I was trusted to be OFF-LEASH our entire time at Falcon Cove, I do not stray far from My Dad, I do not bother anyone else, I do not bother other dogs…but I LOVE to chase sea gulls. Falcon Cove is a secret. No signs, no advertised public access, a challenging walk to the beach on a steep gravel/dirt path (so easy for a Border collie).

We spent several hours walking Astoria, Oregon. Visited the weekend Farmer’s Market, shopped and rested.

I became very attached to My Dad’s sister, Mary. She found 112 sand dollars at Falcon Cove. They smelled…..interesting.
Tuesday morning, September 8th, we began our trek to the east. We dropped Mary at PDX, picked up I-84 east (a very noisy surface to this road) and spent the first night in Ontario, Oregon at a dog-friendly Clarion Inn. Wednesday morning, we crossed into Idaho and made a lunch stop in Mountain Home, the location of Mountain Home Air Force Base.

This is an F-111 fighter-bomber, later relegated to a bomber. My Dad remembers these from his Vietnam days.
We dropped down into Utah and picked up I-80 and we arrived in Evanston, Wyoming, just after 7:00 p.m. After checking in to our room at Comfort Inn, My Dad and I drove to the Business District and walked around.
The Union Pacific Railroad continues to have a large presence in Evanston, WY. Former facilities included a maintenance building, a round-house and a power house. The maintenance building and part of the round-house have been restored and are National Historic sites. The Power house is a bit forlorn looking.
The following morning, it was on to our last overnight – Grand Island, Nebraska. The final push into Chicago was paused in Stuart, Iowa, home to a Bonnie and Clyde bank robbery in 1934.
We arrived home at 11:22 p.m. I got a walk and went to bed.