After a year's hiatus, following Pete's knee blowing up and the others not being able to survive without him, we reconvened in Port Jervis, NY, for a last week of riding.
We slept on the top of a hill behind a fire station, having been booted out of the nice forest spot by group of boy scouts led by a nasty bigoted scout leader.
The conquering hero returns.
Seriously, there is a real sense of satisfaction when you roll up your own driveway after a week on the road.