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).
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.
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.