Terry/Snert was still alive and well when we parted company in Dubois, Pa., so I'm hoping the last leg of his trip was uneventful.
We left about 9:45 this morning and skirted the back edge of that rainmaker while on 21 for just a few miles. After that it was a beautiful ride home except for the constant wind coming from every direction. We found out that neither of us can navigate or remember route numbers to save our lives - if it wasn't for Terry's photographic memory of crap in people's yards we might still be riding around western NY somewhere....!
I had a great time. This is one amazing group of people. Even Phil....
Thanks Pat and Jane for an excellent adventure.
Now that I'm home, I sorta miss being called Grump...
