Yes, I am looking for arrowheads.

No, I did not find any. Which is sort of the way it goes. But it was good to be down at the beach for one last time before we pack up and leave tomorrow.

Leaving is always difficult. We shipped fabric and books home instead of hauling them around in suitcases. We have given away the food that we won’t eat and have taken all the garbage to the dump. The refrigerators are shiny clean and look remarkably organized. My last chore tomorrow morning will be to vacuum and then wash floors.

Packing wasn’t easy. Why is it that the older I get the less makeup I carry and the more medical supplies and medications I have to stuff into various ziplock bags? It is quite shocking. My under-the-seat rolling airplane bag has morphed into a mobile first aid station.

Our plan is to drive to Anaconda (Montana) tomorrow. It’s about 275 miles from here and will take us about 5 hours or so. For some odd reason Banjo Man was surfing Tripadvisor.com and discovered that Anaconda has a funky vintage motel, a highly rated pizza restaurant and a patisserie for morning breakfasts.

So nothing would do but we spend the night in Anaconda and sample its delights.

I will keep you posted as to how that goes. I’m a little skeptical, as I prefer the Best Western in Missoula with its next door MacKenzie River Pizza, home of the pear and balsamic flatbread.

But Banjo Man wanted an adventure, something different, a slo-mo road trip that would encourage whimsical stops along the way to Nebraska.

I have been left to wonder what exactly it is that we haven’t seen in 51 years of traveling the West.

I will let you know how this works out.