I kept on going to the far end of the path, and since it was late in the day, I was on the look out for death bunnies. Didn't see any. I did, however, come round a bend to see a sheep looking like she might have a go at me. Now this was not exactly farm country, so I was a tad surprised to see it, as well as the flock of goats that was hanging around behind it. They were, in fact, grazing in a cemetary. I just kept on going.
On the way back there was a shepherd with the flock, a young woman who looked to be of middle eastern extraction. I also noticed that there was a small barn and pen across the path from the cemetary, so I guess that's where they live. Huh.
I'm still not feeling a hundred percent. I didn't push it at all tonight until the last couple of miles, when this other cyclist and I started pacing each other. My lower back still hurts, and my upper back hurts when I turn my head to the right. Feh.