I have nothing to report on my ride because all I did was follow people who weren't lost.
Or faked it really well It involved gravel, mud, Newtonian physics, and pie.
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That's the magic of GPS, they just fart around for a while, and when it comes time to return, they follow the electronic gizmo home.
As for my "report", it started for me at my own campground.
On to the other campground, where we waited for a while, and sKatZ put her life in Bob's hands.
Some people thought I knew where I was going, and eventually I parked us all by this building, which wasn't where the pie was. Oh well, pie was nearby. And I was smart enough to park a heavy streetbike with a skinny kickstand on the grass, not on the side street that everyone else was smart enough to park on.
Lunch.
Pie with starburst.
Then I thought I'd let this guy lead me in circles, so I would get home after dark.
Then had to use this thing to let folks know I was running later than expected, and to make sure they blamed Rod, not me.
Two things, first, I was surprised to actually find one, and second, how many my age or younger have actually used one?