A Good Test of the Solution to Tilt

We covered a little over twenty miles today between Caledonia and Batavia, New York.  The work that John did with Dad at the REI in Rochester seems to have been quite effective at banishing the demons of tilt.  We’ve got a sixteen or seventeen mile trek tomorrow, and if that works out alright, I’ll be prepared to declare the tilt issue with Dad resolved.  Once again, we’re optimistic, but we’ve got evidence to back our optimism this time.

Dad and I stopped by the JELL-O museum and gallery in Leroy, NY to take in a little bit of JELL-O and Americana history.

The ladies running the museum would not let me leave without making sure I was outfitted with a JELL-O baseball cap.  Bright orange for safety, and I absolutely love it.

Dad continues to cut up and play his role as the mad photo bomber.  I messed up his antics in the photo above. Take a look at his face.  That look of surprise. It’s supposed to be there because he’s “accidentally” impaled himself on a big orange road cone.  Unfortunately, I cut the road cone out of the picture, so the full effect of his misbehavior has been lost.

The point is, he’s still being creative and having a great deal of fun with his photo bombing role.

Time to get some rest.  The final test of the back and a long day tomorrow awaits.

Happy Cinco de Mayo

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.