Pink Floyd Shows (Part 3, The Return)

Oh my heck! Remember the 55 MPH top speed thing? Well, I think that on the way home, we averaged 50 or less. In an RV that smelled of Febreeze and upchuck. Anyway...
We Left Lafayette sometime before noon, and headed north for I80. It seemed like it was all uphill and with a headwind all the way home. We got gas as we left town, and stopped in Cheyenne for gas, then we stopped in Rawlins (I think) then we stopped in Evanston. Come to think of it, it's a miracle we made any money on the trip the way the RV was guzzling gas. Lots of great sights along the prairies of Wyoming might I say. From the 300 or so windmills whirling away somewhere between Cheyenne and Evanston (I know, lot of territory there) to the tedium of being passed by 18-wheelers, it was quite a yawner for most of the trip until about 30 miles out of Evanston where we encountered a VERY long downhill grade, and we started picking up speed. A lot of speed. Jason was driving at the time, I was riding shotgun. He was white-knuckling it down this long grade as we flew by cars and semis and small animals all at 85 MPH or so with the Git-'er-done trailer flying along behind us. All in all, quite the high point of the trip home, until we got the Parley's Canyon and crawled past the jackknifed tanker truck at 5 MPH. We finally got into SLC somewhere around 11:00 PM, where we decided to all go home and worry about the offload another day.
The gigs were a lot of fun. It's a great group of people we've got involved in this band, with a lot of talent. We're going places now, just as long as we don't have to take the RV of Doom with us.