"Im not complaining. I'm sharing my emotions"

Towards the end of today it was decided to continue the tradition of having a drink before we arrive at our destination. Roughly two miles from casa de Letson we passed a seedy looking Mexican Restaurant called Margaritas . It was decided to turn back and keep the tradition going. Unfortunately for us the place did not open up until 4:00 and we had twenty minutes until opening. So yes, we waited outside for it to open and went inside.
Since I can not drink Tequila, I ordered a Mojito and got some sass from the bartender about it. Bartender, "I dont know why we have to make these. They aren't even a Mexican drink, they are from Miami." Oh actually lady, they were invented in Cuba. The drink was solid and it got me feeling pretty relaxed. When it came time for us to leave I was in no mood to go. I was beat, and could easily have had another drink and called a cab, I was done. Leaving the lounge, I was vocal about my concerns about making it to Tim's. Meg told me not to complain, so my response was the title.

Leaving the Wake Robbin Inn this morning I was feeling anxious about the trip. My bike was not to cooperative, apparently it did not want to shift down to the first gear. This would make the hills of today a real piece of work. So my legs hated me, and felt like they were on fire for most of the day. Know what, I take that back. They were not on fire, they were being chewed on by a dragon or some other mythological beast. I cursed, sweat, coughed, yelled, and willed my way to the top of these things. The great thing about being the biggest one on the trip (weight not height or muscular big) is that my fat ass flies down those hills. It is awesome, sometimes I can coast down one hill and up another, and I am really happu.
There was one final hill to get to Timy's house after the bar. This one was not as steep or as long as the other hills of the day, but it wore me out. Climbing up it was the final straw for my legs, they just gave out. I think it was the mojito that got me up the hill.
We got lunch at this fabulous Diner in Winsted Ct. I was dared to order three pancakes with my chicken sandwich. I did split the pancakes, but ate a ridiculous amount of fries and home fries. I was starving when we arrived. By the time we left, I felt so full. Like if I was a Middle School student, I would get an eating disorder full. People asked me if I lost weight on the trip last year. My guess is that this year we will probably gain weight, Billy's hoping to just break even.

Speaking of Billy he is snoring on the couch next to me so I am going to attempt to mess with him.

For three years the Letsons have not only let us into their homes, but have taken care of us in every way possible. Laundry gets clean, bellies get full, and we feel welcome. Thanks so much.

Thanks Erik for the Melky update yesterday and the weather forecast today. Keep them coming man we appreciate them.

Brian thanks for giving us internet access at Marist. Top Drawer!

Aunt Deb's tomorrow, where Lizzie will be meeting up with us for the night.