I'm back from a wonderful week in Ashland oregon, attending the Shakespeare festival and riding the delightful roads of Southern Oregon every morning. Pretty much a perfect vacation.
I also managed to learn an important cycling lesson:
When one heads out to ride in an area one don't know, and there is a lot of climbing, and it's a good long ride, it seems that a map in the rear jersey pocket can get rather soft, and the folds sometimes contain the names of the roads where one might wish to turn, but the map becomes less readable and more moist and torn. This can result in a slightly longer ride than planned.
From then on I put my (new) map in a plastic bag.