A sad day for the Shelley Brothers.
Partly, because our big yearly ride together is over due to forecasted thunderstorms and tornados.
But mostly because this annual "Brother Time" has come to an end.
Our taxi delivers us to the airport in Amarillo.
We just happen to share the same flight from Amarillo to Dallas. A very short up and down flight.
With gratefulness for our time together mixed with great sadness that it is now over, I watch Mark board his flight for Phoenix, Arizona.
My flight for Detroit leaves in about three hours.
From Detroit airport, I take a shuttle bus service across the border into Ontario, Canada, to the city of London, where my car waits for me. I have another 2.5 hour drive home from there late tonight.
UPDATE AS OF DECEMBER 27, 2020
North America began experiencing the Global Covid-19 Pandemic in March, 2020.
The Shelley Brothers, and their families, like essentially the entire world population, experienced a new reality and a new "slow down the Virus and stay as mentally, emotionally, and physically healthy as possible" lifestyle.
The United States and Canadian governments mutually agreed to close it long shared border to all but essential commercial and emergency traffic with hopes of at least partially controlling the spread of Covid-19 to larger populations.
All forms of travel and transportation involved significant health risks.
Needless to say, we did not ride Route 66 in 2020.
We have hopes for 2021. But we must wait and see how the Pandemic develops.
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