Heading down the back roads and climbing over 1000 feet, my legs began to protest and the rain proceeded to fall. An abandoned overgrown trailer rusting in a hollow looked like a reasonable place to keep dry so I pushed the bike around back and made a cup of coffee inside. It was damp and musty but the interesting collection of scrapbooks and dated camping guidebooks provided me with an hour or more of entertainment as I waited for the sky to clear. By late afternoon, I pedaled up the gravel road to the home of my friends Michael and Holly who nourished me with burgers, pasta and fresh vegetables, filled my mind with warm conversation and pointed me to the shower and bedroom. It is wonderful to be welcomed and I know that one day I will be in the position to reciprocate.