Hello. Day 48. Latham to Brattleboro, VT. 79.3 miles. 4,931 feet of climbing. Temp on arrival: 74.
Highlight of today: meeting up with Colrain Bill and Jana, St. Johnsbury Roo, and Greenfield Tod, Richard and Wendy in Brattleboro.
Roads were wet when we started out, but no rain until about mile 15 (?), then showers on and off for the rest of the ride.
Crossed the Hudson at mile 5. Another milestone river—along with Snake, Missouri, and Mississippi.
At mile 36, in the lovely town of Bennington, several of us visited Robert Frost’s grave.
It was a very old cemetery, with many graves dating back to the late 1700s.
We might have lingered longer, but it was pouring rain.
It was a climbing day and on the first, long, steady ascent, I was delighted to find my rhythm and just churn away for 8-ish miles. At the top, at around 50 miles, I was ready to declare this a “great ride.” But there was a downside to our day: sections of very narrow and wretchedly rough shoulder. Saturday traffic whizzing by. Lots of it.
This is the view from the top of Hogback Mountain at about mile 60.
I suspect all of us were praying for ourselves and each other to make it safely to the end. And we all did.
Here’s Dave’s ride video.
Loved this bit of humor from Portland Cherry:
“I have enjoying following your route with you every day, but I had no idea how slanted our country is, that is to say how much higher the east coast is than the west: nearly 100,000 feet higher! – though you’re not quite there and I may have missed a day or two in my count.”
Tomorrow: 77 miles to Manchester and 4,500 ft of climbing.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.