This morning, it was back to Bear's Tooth Pass. Dad and the rest of the gang hadn't ridden it yet. We let them go on, and Suzann, Keith and I stopped often for photos. Here's some of my favs:
Yes, there was snow on both sides of the road near the top. (This pic was taken while riding.)
Dad at the top.
Mother's bike; my helmet.
Keith and Suzann before heading down the mountain to Montana.
We also had our banquet to close out convention. It was a record setting convention - 270 members in attendence; the most ever! It was wonderful, as always, to see my friends that I only see once a year. I'll miss them until I see them again.