The impassable morass of rain-soaked, clay-based western Oklahoma farm roads ("Turn left on E0020 Rd and ride dead-straight for 40 miles," sayeth the roll chart) pushed us off-course for a couple of days. Later, Ethan's stories of puffing through the slog confirmed our detour as a sound decision. Going big did not mean plowing bog. After all, we had some field meat to eat. Big smiles occasionally masked heavy hearts, however, as Sawazhkis' ALS made its creeping presence known daily. Clearly the toughest man on the planet, and the last to complain about his situation, John inspired us all to keep going big as long as we could.