PostFest

Even when BreyerFest is over, it's not really, truly, completely over until you're back home again. And when home is one thousand one hundred seventy seven miles away... Well, that's a couple extra days of BreyerFest.

I made the journey with my friends, Fabian Rodriguez and Angelo Žunić. 

I didn't think all of our stuff would fit in Fabian's little car, but it did!

It rained as we drove out of Kentucky and into Indiana.

Eventually the weather cleared and the scenery turned into this. Miles and miles and miles of this.

Unlike Tiffany, Fabian stayed calm, cool and collected while driving. There may have been one middle finger salute, but that was it, and it was abundantly justified.

Without any advance planning, Angelo and I both chose to wear our rainbow Mares in Black shirts. We must have looked pretty cute because we were stopped by a woman at a gas station in Missouri who wanted to know where she could get one for herself!

Fabian really wanted to make it back to Colorado in one day. 

He drove and drove and drove and drove.

We made it all the way to Oakley, Kansas before he decided enough was enough. We checked into a hotel just off the highway and crashed for the night.

We were right back at it bright and early the next day. We made it to my house before ten o'clock in the morning. Seth met us outside with a pile of Covid tests.

All negative, thank you very much!

We cuddled up for one last photo. Then Fabian and Angelo got back in the car and drove away.

And just like that, BreyerFest was really, truly, completely over.