Started out by locking myself out of my room at breakfast, so delayed an hour starting so Les and I booked it straight to Rockton for the chicken feed. Paid for that effort later as I cramped bad the last 5 miles, legs locked up as I got off the bike. The folks who rode the full route had 70 miles and 4500' of climbing, so wonder what I'd have been like doing that at the slower initial pace. Again, "she" was her typical self, rode well away from me, and me from her. But it didn't stop her selfishly asking directions from me, with nary a thank-you. The narcissistic bitch jerk. The day was mostly cloudy, not much wind. Challenging stuff. Les managed to get off course because he rode ahead at one point and missed the turn to the ice cream shop, so I managed to call him from the shop's phone and he was ok, in fact, because he got confused by the map mis-naming did another wrong turn but that synched him up with the small group I was in so all finished pretty much together. I'd come back to this ride in the future, if the circumstances are right.