Thursday, June 29th to Kansas So I woke this morning knowing I'd prolly piddle the entire way home (and extra stopping giving moto breaks and checking coolant levels). Didn't leave Idaho Springs until after 10 and got home around 1:30 am, maybe 12:30. I can't remember because my clock was not set back to Central time yet. Lots of stops to refill reservoir with water. Equal amounts of procrastinating to home. As I continued further into Kansas, the water fill stops went from about every 60 miles (30 minutes) to a couple hours to being fine. That was a huge relief to know moto wasn't struggling much anymore. The fan even kicked on at its normal for moto (219 to 221 degrees) at a pull off and worked to cool it down and shut off normally. I was booted out of Colorado by riding through huge storms... ...riding through this... ...and welcomed into Kansas... ...armed with moto's lifeline for the day... ...with storms chasing me the entire way home. The whole day was extremely hard for a myriad of reasons. I had to intentionally try to smile and sometimes I was unsuccessful. Thinking on the fun things and all I've seen on this huge adventure helped, as well as being thankful moto didn’t get sick in Alaska. At least moto waited until I was closer to home. Can't really blame moto. I worked him harder than I’ve worked anything in my life besides myself. Moto was tired and filthy and had to deal with me riding him ragged for 41 days straight and 15,136 miles. As I parked moto, I leaned over and wrapped my arms around moto. And I had many breathes and tears sourced from overwhelming feelings of excitement, sadness, joy, relief, pride, and humility that moto brought me home despite how hard he worked...and a shocking disbelief that we made it when the map of where we had been flashed in my head. A couple of last trip photos were taken: Then I went inside, and hung up the key.