I left M50 at Lake Odessa. It had served me well as an easy to follow, good condition, fairly low-traffic route homeward, but I no longer needed it. I consulted my map software one last time, and a made a mental note of the handful of county-level roads I’d need to get me to Saranac.
I know my way home from Saranac. I’ve been here several times, just on bored weekend afternoon rides. I’m not home just yet; I have another 25 miles to go. But from a scootering perspective, it’s in my neighborhood. It’s like arriving at your city’s airport; all that’s left is the familiar route to your house.
I wonder what’s for supper?