Flying across the country yesterday was an eerie experience. I have no idea how we got so lucky, but we ended up in Bozeman, Montana, pretty much on time.
Keep in mind, our route took us from Miami at 7 am to Newark back to Orlando to Denver and finally Bozeman at 9:30 pm.
And this is what the reader boards looked like:
We were so happy to arrive at the Lark hotel in Bozeman for some much needed rest. I’ll be sending a note to the nice young clerk who wanted our car keys because they valet park off-site. Sleep deprivation and PTSD from the Neuquén apprehension caused us to aggressively decline this friendly request. Sorry, nice young clerk!
The trip from Bozeman to our tiny piece of Podunk heaven — Salmon, Idaho — takes about 4 hours through country that is a match for the beautiful Patagonian scenery.
And look, they saved us some snow!
I wanted to drop you all a line and let you know we’re home safe and sound, grateful, lucky, and self quarantined for the next 2 weeks. Thanks for joining Iron Chef and I on the journey, and for cheering us all the way to the finish line.
Take good care, and I’ll let you know when Season 2, the Re-Entry is ready to drop.