"WYOMING - Where you lose your dog and you can still see him three days later."
-- Becky, Bus Driver #1
We're on the homeward stretch.
We stop at the Little America in Wyoming...
...where we are greeted and treated...
...to a good ol' American barbecue.
This table is a welcome sight!
Wow! How would it be to have a grill this large? Then again, I don't think I'll ever have the need to feed 600 people at one time.
Fifteen hotel rooms are open to fulfill our restroom needs, but it's actually the beds that look inviting...zzzzz. (I resist the urge.)
Another two hours on the road and we are home safe and sound.
I feel like kissing the ground.
It's a trick to find our luggage; luckily they have been alphabetized.
And that is that! It's been a whirl-wind eleven days -- but so fulfilling. We will never know what we have accomplished on this tour; there is no way of measuring the lives that have been inspired, lifted, and touched. It is our wish that through our music, individuals will have seen the light in our eyes and have had the opportunity to feel the Spirit of the Holy Ghost. That is our mission.
P.S. Just after our arrival home, Audrey receives a visitor:
Elder Matthew Taylor is home from his mission! It is so good to see him again!