This proved to be a great plan and we enjoyed an amazing dinner at Bin 707!What was surreal was staying at the Spring Hill Suites in Grand Junction.This was the last place my dad and I stayed together before he was killed in a car accident back in Connecticut. We stopped here and joined the family to see the Air Show.
We were returning from a trip that was scheduled to be to the California Coast - but instead only went as far as Vegas, staying at the Mirage and seeing the Beatles, LOVE! I had a shredded tire on my r1200 GSA and while I waited for the repair he soloed his way out to California . . . just to check it off his list. He made it to the border but not to the coast.
I was really excited for him, since he didn’t usually do things like this on his own. I felt bad that we did not ride the coast together - which was our orginal plan, but I also wanted him to see Vegas and experience a Cirque show, so at the time, I thought we would just do it the next time. Little did I know that this would be our last ride together.
Today, as I head to Yosemite and evenutally up the California Coast to Washington I can’t help but miss him and wish that we had made it all the way together. But that is ok. I know he is with me in spirit. I know he is riding somewhere.
I miss you dad.