We had a wicked day ahead of us; the forecast was for torrential rains and the topography looked like sharks teeth.  Though the skies were dark when we left at seven, it was dry for the moment.  Within inches of our motel room, we were on the highway and felt like we were biking the speed of the traffic.  It was a fast four mile downhill and then the climbing began.  Our intention was to get off the busy highway at the first exit, but traffic was not bad, we still had a pretty landscape and the open road allowed the strong northwest wind to fully reach us and help push us along.  Though we struggled up every hill (one to two miles at a stretch) and pumped hard on the downhills, the wind was a wonderful gift; 28 miles in two hours.  Home is close, though not this close; but the barn door is open…..did we mention the wind was at our back!  We got off the highway for a short traffic break and to rest the legs.  Once out of the wind, our legs screamed from the pushing we had subjected them to for the last 30 miles.  Back out on the highway, we had an unexpected stop, prompted by a siren behind us…..yes, we got pulled not for speeding 🙂.  Apparently, we were on a highway we were not supposed to be on.  Thankfully, the Officer Donohue was very nice and understanding and gave us fabulous instructions to the roads we should be on. The country road proved enjoyable and as always, much quieter.   The horrid weather we had been promised, had not materialized yet the (un-forecasted) tailwind continued. Even as we came back into civilization, we did not have the multitude of trucks screaming by.  It took us several miles to find a local place for lunch, but it was a Great find.  Jerry had the lunch special and yes, this bowl of pasta is that big.  I was not that much better, with an incredible cup of broccoli cheddar soup and a hot amish cinnamon roll with maple icing.  Miles of up and down climbing continued, as well as fun and frivolity.  Pretty homes, churches and impressive old building filled our last 12 miles to reach downtown Canton.  As good as we felt, we could have gone further, but after 62 miles, decided it was time to stop.  Amazing how emboldened the wind at your back makes you feel.  We managed to find a Fabulous hotel with a reproduction of Mrs. McKinley’s second inaugural gown and a really good martini.  We did a short walk around downtown, to include Canton’s oldest (1902) bar, Bender’s Tavern, but ended up at our hotel for a delicious dinner..…and a much shorter walk to bed!