One of the annual events on an ALC ride is the wonderful ice cream and cookie fest that is offered by people from Santa Barbara as a way of honoring those in their community who have died from AIDS. Returning riders look forward to this little stop with just as much as any 6 year old anticipates a trip to Baskin and Robbins.


Further down the road at one of the rest stops, Judy and I were reminded how important it is for vehicles and riders to "Cher" the road.
We were less than three miles from Ventura when Judy's back tire met a sharp object of some kind and she encountered a flat. Because of the arthritis in my hands, I really don't have the strength to change a tire but fortuately, as happens often in the ALC ride, a cyclist stopped and fixed the flat. We then peddled on into camp in Ventura. That evening while out to dinner with my two friends, Jim and David, I was able to briefly visit my Aunt Edna and Uncle Chuck who were celebrating the high school graduation of my cousin Sheri's son Wesley. As fate would have it, we were all at the same restaurant and Carol Anne found out on Facebook that they were in a private room in the restaurant so she sent me a text message on my iPhone. It was great fun to surprise them and the other family members present to celebrate Wesley's accomplishment. Thus, Day Six, ended happily and it was off to bed.
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