So I have made it home. My wife met me at the train station, and we did a shopping run before going out to lunch before catching the ferry back to Orcas. We used to drink A LOT at that particular restaurant, so I am not surprised my wife was thinking about how we used to drink, but the following question she posed surprised me: "Didn't you have at least ONE glass of wine on the train?" Believe me, it was tempting especially since there were so many drinking my particular brand right around me. (It was by no means a fine wine, but it was the cheapest Pinot Grigio we could find that produced no headaches the next day...)
Anyway, here's a few pictures of the final leg of my trip. This is a random shot of Montana: