This is Bev posting on behalf of John since he doesn't have access to a computer tonight.
John completed his first day of riding today. 60 miles. In  the rain. Still suffering from the effects of a cold. Can you tell how impressed I am? After discovering that the campground he had chosen was full due to the long weekend, John chose the only motel in the town of Concrete-Eagles Nest Motel. He was "greeted" by a man in a t-shirt, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and several barking dogs. Not the Ritz, he thought, but how bad could it be? Well, as it turns out, pretty bad. His room: electrical cords hanging exposed from the ceiling; empty beer bottles in the trash can; no phone; no clock; old coffee still in the coffee maker with mold growing inside. I didn't even ask him about the bed. It's supposed to continue raining tomorrow but he looks forward to getting out of there.