Had a broken spoke but got it fixed. A fallen tree blocked the path and I climbed over it. At this point, obstacles like this are old hat. Two months ago, they would have been my entire day.

My Dad had connections in Rochester so I checked it out. Went to the bar owned by the friend of his friend. Headed to the bathroom first and the handful of regular patrons had obviously made a few jokes at my expense while I was in the bathroom. I came out and sat at the bar and the keep checked my ID. "Washington State, what are you doing here?" I said that I had ridden my bike here. At this, he blinks, turns to the other patrons and says, "Shut the f*** up! Shut the g****** f*** up. This guy has ridden his f****n bike from f****n Washington state and you all need to shut up." This profanity laden disbelief continued for a while and they were all very impressed, by far more impressed than anyone I had encountered so far. It was all very entertaining. One of them insisted on signing my bicycle.