Jim peaks out of his tent after a night's heavy rain.

Seeing Jim again was like finding a long lost brother! We traded stories about our separate rides - it was as if we had been in different states. Only mine had had perfect weather while he had battled 100 plus degree days!

The Mill Creek campground - what a dump! I arrived a few hours before Jim and couldn't believe how overgrown it was with weeds. I should add that this was only true of the hiker/biker camp. The regular camps were well kept. I guess this is what you get for a dollar.