George Bakers Garage: The ride to Towanda

The day began slow and steady. It was hott and we had a lot of hills ahead of us. I rode along with Bri, eric and kyle, once again our bike and build directions were far from accurate and the roads were not always labeled. So we come to a fork in the road. Kyle goes left. The rest of us stop (smart ones). Soon a huge motorcycle man in a VW beetle comes along and helps us out. Just like pretty much everyone we had talked to, he told us our directions took us way out of the way but HE had a solution. He said "go back thata way and take a right at george bakers barn." this sums up getting directions in PA.It's either take a left at the squirrel or turn at that light over yonder. Anyways...george baker and his barn was no where to be found. But we made it to lunch and we found pat who later in the day took the first risk in his life after unzippering his jersey. We took a shortcut, made it the 68 miles to towanda and sat under a tree for 2 hours while we waited for the van to bring us to the Y. That's where i got a major surprise! My Ithaca roommates were waiting for me at the y!!!!! that night we ate dinner together and caught up, it was amazing. Plus to top it off a bunch of us slept under the star, at the bottom of the hill with all the hay bails. The stars were amazing! Great day.