We made it to Chestertown around dinner time Friday, and joined the Berlove clan at a huge old house. We had all but one of the Berlove Kenney bikes in one place- the show pony R69S didn't make the travel team.
Saturday Noah, dad, Mike, Aaron and I took all four bikes up to Gore mountain. Aaron rode with Mike on Noah's BMW R1200 RT, and had never ridden before. He was only half terrified. Dad took Jesse out later in the day. After an interpreted "story time" in the afternoon, and a swim, the cousins had a campfire at night while a coven of Berlove sisters chatted inside.
Sunday we packed up the house, mom, Noah and I walked down to the lake to swim. I dame myself puke doing somersaults. I only got 12 (record is 15), but I am 31 and I can make myself sick if I want to. After that, mom, dad, Noah, Mike and I took off for Old Forge. We took our time getting there, found a site for us and a hotel for mom and dad, and headed to town. Dad got a rack of venison at a place called Sister's Bistro (I think). Noah bought us all ice cream, and as we were getting ready to go we noticed that the mountain where our tent was looked like it was on fire- the sun was setting on a huge rain cloud that was passing between us and home. We said a quick goodbye, duck suited up, and wove between cells. We got home relatively unscathed, though Noah decided to bail on camping and headed back to my parents hotel. We battoned down the hatches and got into our tent no sooner than the sky opened up. Luck.
We got on the road by 7 on Monday, and high tailed it to Rochester. We made it to Mike's folk's place by 11, and had a relaxing afternoon catching up with them (and with our gear- drying it all out).