He came home to be in his best friend's wedding. They have been friends since they were in second grade, and despite going different directions after high school, they are still close. It was a wonderful wedding, and he was very glad he could be a p part of it.
Because of the route he was taking, and limited options for flights, he actually came home two weeks before the wedding. So, because he is Ben and HAS to be busy, he started several projects. During the day he helped an ex-teacher friend (Sherri Stephenson) get her house/yard ready to sell and worked on an old Honda motorcycle.
At night he made things like this steam punk spider.
He was pretty glad to get back on his bike in St. Louis this past
Tuesday, even though we had to leave the house at 2:30 a.m. to catch his
flight in Lubbock.
This was the park he stayed in his first night back out on the road, in Murpheysboro, Illinois. Ed's first thought was that it would have been lovely, but buggy. Ben, however, said there were no mosquitoes, but lots of fish jumping. 
He told me later that he pushed himself pretty hard the first couple of
days, trying to make up for lost time I suspect. As a result, once he
arrived in Utica, Kentucky, he had to stop a bit early and spend the
night in a fire station that opens its doors to cyclists. He said the night before he stayed in a church that fed him LOTS of GREAT gluten free food. He was pretty happy.Last night he stayed at the junction of two roads in Kentucky that had a park. Pretty nice place, even if a bluegrass concert began right about the time he had hoped to go to sleep. He said "Those old farts can play pretty loud! The music is louder than at the old death metal concerts that I went to. They're all so deaf it needs to be that loud."
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