From the sounds of it, I missed some primo climbing while reunioning in PA (tho I did ride a token 20 miles around some key Camp Hill memory spots....I really miss my lifetime friend Kath, who passed in May this year. The whole place feels weird without her.) Getting back into the swing of things with the tour felt odd at first, but was cured with the first day back in the saddle. Riding in the Adirondaks was awesome - the smell of the woods/pines so refreshing, and with low traffic and decent shoulders. We got soaked at the relative beginning of the day, ended up riding 60 hilly miles into Scroon Lake, NY. We stayed at the very funky Blue Mountain Motel run by a very accomodating family who had among other animals, a miniature black and white donkey who launched off into a majorly loud bray whenever he thought someone was headed his way.... he's up for adoption and a few of us wanted to ride him home. Here are a few pics of The Mother Ship, loaded with bikes, with guide Michelle looking on, and Leslie sitting in the kitchen half of the trailer. It is phenomenal what Linda our chef can cook up in this space. We are eating like queens!