My flight was scheduled to leave Butte at 11:45. Hank and Marcia took me and my bags and we enjoyed a farewell breakfast at the Montana inn. The food there, as everywhere, was really good. My last meal in Montana was a veggie scramble with cream cheese, a mess of hash browns, and some rye toast.
My flight home was uneventful, and when I stepped off the plane I was greeted by the familiar wall of Houston humidity! My hair curled immediately! It was wonderful to be greeted by my dear Robert, I did miss him a lot. It will be a while before I go off without him! We are planning a three week road trip in New England in the fall, which will be wonderful!
I am so very glad I made the trip. Marcia and I found that we are kindred spirits in so many ways. She is open-minded and nonjudgmental, and I loved hearing her talk about her hikes with her father, her journey through relationships, and her daughter Leah, who I hope to meet sometime. Her husband Hank was a joy to spend time with in conversation.
Until we meet again.