I sat on a green wrought iron bench next to the deserted Midway Cafe 1139 miles between Chicago and LA and wrote a letter to Bob-our friend with the amazing collection of crop spraying planes who we had met at the cafe on the journey from East to West. I told him that we had made it to LA and were now on our return journey.

The sun set across Texas in gold and pink streaks and I told Bob about our Grand Canyon detour and about the sunset there. I told him we were enclosing some 'splash of blue' flower seeds for his garden and that the champagne bottle we were leaving his message in was from the end of the route in California. We suggested that he may like to decorate his 'hangover' room with it.

We drove to the entrance of his farm and left the bottle at the end of his drive for him to find in the morning.