We got back on our bikes after the SAG stop and headed back into that wicked wind. It plagued us the rest of the ride. It was just Dianne and me after that, since Marni was having some knee issues and opted out at the SAG to ride another day. Dianne and I arrived at the motel about 3:10, and Bill arrived soon after. Alas, this was my last day of riding this tour with these women. I hate to leave them all, but a promise is a promise, and I promised to be home for my niece Lena's wedding gala this Saturday.
The dinner was great, as usual, prepared by Lynne and Barb (her galley slave, sometimes called a sous chef). Bill was quite impressed with her use of the dutch ovens, the same utensils that his boy scouts use, but with somewhat less desirable results. Sayonara! It's back to Michigan (in the car) tomorrow.