Sunday.
We're home. To the Louisville house. It's nice to be home, but not
necessary. It didn't take long this trip, before we were referring to the
motorhome as "home", and confusing each other if one of us really meant the
front-range home instead of the motorhome. The motorhome as home is just
fine with us.
Our timing was perfect. All that rain and snow we drove through on the way
home turned to snow all over the high country. We drove through a little
slush, but nothing serious. The Chain law went into effect on both passes
since then. I don't think we want to chain up the Bounder. We'd have been
there a while longer.
The mobile office was well received everywhere we went. These jobs weren't
always easy: for us or for our clients. There were some significant
transitions to make from old accounting ways to more current concepts.
Happily, though, every client still had some semblance of humor left by the
time we left. We don't appear to have irritated anyone so much that they
won't invite us back again next year. In fact, several people seemed
downright glad we had come.
Each job was in a different city. One job per city. But as a result of
this trip, we know nonprofit organizations in Glenwood Springs, Durango, and
Silverton that we expect to be new clients next time around. Maybe next
year we can do two clients per city.
