Today's Report:
Today's our last day in New York...another state bites the dust as we enter our next to last state on this trip...The Green Mountain State, Vermont. We will be in Vermont only for 1 day because tomorrow we enter New Hampshire and take it home. We've had New Hampshire in our sights for a while and now it's almost here. Didn't we just leave the west coast?
Even though we were on several different roads today, the navigation was pretty simple...take Rte 2 to Rte 7, which becomes Rte 9 when we enter Vermont and take that until it Ts in Brattleboro. But in contrast to the easy navigation, the terrain was a bit challenging as we climbed close to 5,000 feet today...it's always something.
As
we leave New York gets my vote as the state with the best bicycle roads in the
country. For the most part, their state highways have a wide, smooth shoulder with
plenty of room for us to ride and they also have some neat bike trails and lanes
around metropolitan areas. However, today we must have been too close to
the border as our roads were a bit narrower and in places the small shoulder we
rode on was in disrepair. They have such bad winters up here that the
roadways take a beating. One year we'll come through and the shoulder is
really beaten up and the next year it's pristine.
Even though we are in VT only one day, it will leave an
impression on the riders. You don't have to look too far to understand why
they call this area the Green Mountain State. As you can see by the
picture below right, the terrain is spectacular. Everywhere you look,
you'll see high terrain covered with green forests or rolling hillsides with
green pastures. We rode along a river and two pristine lakes tucked
between two tree covered mountain ranges that stood majestically on both sides
of our route. Everywhere the landscape is dotted with small farms nestled
into the base of those "hills." We actually rode between the mountains so
our riding terrain was mostly just rolling except for a couple strenuous
climbs...our road went up drastically soon after we left Bennington 30 miles
into our route.
Besides the terrain, the weather sort of kicked us a bit too.
It was beautiful until about noon when the clouds started to build and finally
the bottom dropped out around 12:30. Some of the front end made it into
town before the downpour, but the back riders had to seek shelter for a period.
I got a call from John just after the SAG. He and Karen were on a lady's
porch changing a tire so I headed up to help. By the time we fixed it, the
skies were open and the lightning was cracking. She felt sorry for us
standing on the porch and invited us in...after putting the dogs on the porch
out back. John and Karen took her up on her offer, but I had to get back
on the road to check on folks and see where they were hiding. I found
Norm, JoAnn, and Jackie under a gazebo waiting for the storm to lift so I joined
them there. We were right next to a motel so I ran in and looked at the
weather radar and saw the line of storms would pass pretty fast, but it would be
pretty strong for a little while longer. I called Silver at the SAG and
let her know
what I knew about the
storm and to pass it on to the remaining riders. After about an hour, the
skies started to brighten and the final riders rode over the crest and down the
mountain to town. It's a shame they couldn't "let it go" on the
descent...it is an exhilarating zoom down the hill, but it was a bit too wet to
let it hang out.
Today was our first day in a while that required climbing muscles. I've been telling them about today and tomorrow's climbing and I think a few of the riders were getting a bit nervous about the challenges of the climbs. But I think when they got to pedaling, they found the hills not to be nearly as bad as they were perceived...it's definitely because they are so much stronger than they were out west. By now, nothing will stand in their way of reaching the coast. At rap, I think the majority of the riders rather enjoyed the climbs today...I know they enjoyed the descents.
As far as I was concerned, it was another successful day...everyone got in safely. The riders spent most of the afternoon after the ride chilling around the lobby and visiting with relatives who have started to gather. I think we are all starting to feel the end nearing and are trying to do the last group bonding. We have only two more days of riding...it's hard to believe we are almost done with this adventure, but we still have a few more miles to focus on safe riding.
Tomorrow will be our toughest day since John Day, but I think most of the riders will find it to be a fun day even with all the climbing. At this point, they feel nothing will stop them from getting to the beach...you think a few climbs at this point would stop them from getting to the beach...I think not! The states have thrown almost every conceivable construction scenario at us and we've overcome. We've overcome mountains, heat, humidity, a little rain, and being around each other. Tomorrow's just another bump in the road. See you then.
PS: I'm going to be pretty busy the last two days so I may not get a site posted for a day or two. Check back and see our finish. I promise to get it up as soon as I can.
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What a nice town...Bennington. In the past they had Moose (or is it Meese?) all over the city painted and displayed proudly on the streets. Now most of the Moose are gone and now they have statues everywhere of people doing just about everything. They looked so real that Jackie stopped to ask for directions and it took her a while before she realized it was a statue. Hey Jackie, now you know why men don't ask for directions. |
Yes, they looked real and were doing all sorts of activities like the one left mowing a lawn, one was painting a street sign, one was sitting on a park bench eating lunch, one was looking at an historical building, and the one above was even throwing trash in a can. |
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Judy and Carolyn pointed
out to me that Jeff always wore his jersey upside down. Today, I saw
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YOU DON'T SAY: New England, Vermont especially, is the land of wonderful maple syrup. It's so good, each drop is extremely precious, but their standards that control the syrup making process are a bit more stringent than where I'm from. This is especially illustrated in the way they harvest the syrup from the trees. In Indiana, if they happen to find a dead squirrel in the collect pot attached to the tree, they look around to see if anyone is looking. If the coast is clear, they take the squirrel out, throw it into the bushes, and then empty the syrup into their bucket to be processed. Wouldn't want to waste any of the good stuff needlessly...no one's the wiser. But they wouldn't think of that up here...Nooo, not up here! Here if they happen to find a dead squirrel in the collection pot, they take it out, look to see if any one is looking and if not, wring it out into the collection pot, and then empty it into the bucket for processing. Just too good to waste ANY of it. Where's my pancakes. |
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Are you forgetting something there Mikie? He said, "Thanks, I thought it was awfully quiet back there." |
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WHY DID I SAY THAT? "Who was it that said they just wanted to climb something?" "Riiiiiiing."
"Is is raining?" "My goal today is to ride in a "Zone
Of Dryness.'" "Today I needed a great granny gear." "My legs feel like noodles." "When we passed through Bennington and saw the statues. We saw one of them that was a dog peeing on a tree...but then it walked away. Those things looked so real...especially the dog one." |
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