Last nights supper was terrible. Tasteless pulled pork which
had not been drained on an extremely cheap bun, Mashed potatoes which had some
sort of hard lumps in them ( I suspect that the lumps were under cooked potatoes
which had been added to some sort of instant mashed potatoes) and un-drained
broccoli which had been boiled to mush.
Of course I forgot the rusty lettuce salad. The rule is that if supper is poor breakfast
will be worse and it was. The coffee was
so weak it looked like tea. No toaster, no ham , no bacon, no sausages. Some sort of egg quiche and oat meal. However the surly service was probably the
topper.
The ride was suppose to be 79 miles however there was a turn
onto West Gully Road at 30.9 miles which
was kind of a bear left onto a what looked like a lane. As it was only a “bear” instead of turn there
was only 1 arrow. I came over the top of the hill hard and charged down the
back side of the hill and missed the single arrow (I guess a lot of others did
as well). I got down about 3.5 miles and
realized I was off course so I turned around. Only 3.5 miles and three very
steep hills to climb, not so bad but then it started to rain. Ken C realized I had missed the turn and
phoned Greg who dispatched Ed “Wrong Way Bob” to find me. Ed found me about 0.5 miles from the
turn. Ok that little episode only cost
me about 45 minutes. Then just be for
picnic there was a second bear left at this “Y” intersection. The main road
continued to the right and the arrow pointed more to the right than left so I
went right. About 3 miles down the road
I am on a highway headed west so wrong again.
Ken C is patiently waiting a picnic when I did get in so I
quickly grabbed a sandwich put it in a baggie and we rolled. When we get to second water there is only one
water cooler. Strange as there is
usually two. When we get into camp we
find out than someone cut Greg’s padlock and stole one cooler.
Cher from Texas also had a tough day. Hers started out with a big dog barking right
behind her which scared her half to death.
She threatened me with marshmallow cream in my shoes. Then just after second water her rear
shifter broke and so they waited for the sag wagon to come but gave up after a
couple of hours and rode in with no rear shifter.
The weather has turned sunny so I am hopping for a couple of
nice days. I was good to get in and get
stuff dried out.
Terry
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