Some days on these trips are like yesterday; beautiful journeys complete with togetherness, learning, good and sun. Others are like today: a challenge for the ages. 3 rainstorms, 5 flat tires in my group, 84 miles only to be caught by a tornado 8 miles from camp. And yes I do mean a tornado. We sat on the porch, Wizard of Oz style, and watched shingles come off the man’s roof and a tree lose branches in a driving wind. I came into camp at 6:30 pm with Carla and two other cyclists: filthy, wet, exhausted but happy to be done. Both kinds of days can be fun in their own way; it’s all part of the adventure. But I’m ok if there are no more tornadoes.