Dad's been having some trouble with his pack that we have been collectively unable to resolve. It has been trying to pitch him over sideways and throw him onto the ground.
Today, after a very tough seven mile hike from Lima to Avon, NY, we cut the walking day short, caught an Uber to Rochester, and paid a visit the Mecca of Hiking to get some help from the High Priests of Backpacks.
Dad leaving the Temple of All Things Outdoors - The Demons of Tilt Successfully Exorcised
After about thirty minutes of evaluation, assistance with adjustments, packing suggestions, and weighing of the possessed pack, John declared that he'd thoroughly exorcised the demons of tilt. Balance and uprightness of spirit and walking had been restored.
Dad says the pack feels a lot better, and he suspects this will go a long way toward resolving the issue. We're going to get some rest before heading back south to pick up where we left off.
Since we found ourselves in Rochester with an afternoon to kill, we visited Qdoba and ate a burrito. It is Cinco de Mayo, and we have reason to celebrate after all.
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