This morning we all departed for our separate destinations. A couple of hearty souls were continuing on with further travels, but most of us were returning home. Some unfortunate folks had to catch the airport shuttle from Park City at 4:30 am; we hope they were able to get some sleep on the plane. Nine of us were on the 8:00 am shuttle. It arrived at the hotel right on time and dropped us off at the Salt Lake City airport almost exactly 45 minutes later. It was there that we said our final farewells.

Linda and I had perfect flights both to Dallas and then on home to Huntsville, and surprisingly our luggage also made it home with us. This is beginning to worry me a bit. Our last few trips have been so uneventful that I am sure the odds are building up against us and a really lousy trip is in the offing. Maybe, however, I need to work on my attitude. Having spent the last two weeks learning of the trials and tribulations of our early pioneers and settlers, I should probably quit whining and try to develop a little more of the “Spirit of the West”.