Thanks, John Bergman

We moved the rest day to Toledo because the legs needed it and the laundry situation was getting pretty desperate (a pair of my biking shorts walked off the tour on their own in protest). Managed to get a lot of work done and squeeze in a look at the art museum and a couple of innings of a Mudhens game. Elle got caught up in the moment and slammed down a Tony Packo's double hot dog. Yeesh. [there is photographic evidence]

Pretty lousy ride all day long today with a strong headwind, too much traffic, ugly scenery and got buzzed (people [invariably in pickups] coming WAY too close) not once, not twice, but three times. Ohio is now my least favorite state. It would have been a terrible day except that near the end of the ride we made a stop at Bergman Orchards and had an inspiring visit with Donna Bergman who had hosted the peace march at her farm. Get this - she was cleaning out some old files and came across a picture of the campsite just yesterday! Quite a longshot. She gave us a tour of the improvements to the farmstand and also informed us that her husband, John, had died tragically last October in a tractor accident. I remember him well from when I rode out to the 10 year reunion and he insisted that we pitch our tents in the apple orchard. It's a great loss, of course, not only to his family and community, but all who cared to make the world a better place. He was one of the good guys.