Well I left off last night talking about my impending laundry duty; turns out there's another story to tell. Arianna and I came in to switch the loads from the washers to dryers. The chamois in one of the washers however did not seem very wet. We did what my mother likes to term the "sniff test." Unfortunately for us, we realized soon after sniffing that these chamois weren't clean. Turns out we never started that washer. God save us.
At dinner we had quite a bit of fun discussing ways to get back at the proprietors of the church at which we stayed. I can't go into specifics, but I was laughing for a straight hour; fortunately this is not an unusual occurrence on the trip.
This morning we had to bike out of the valley through Brandon pass. 2100 feet, baby. From there we went to Brandon and visited an outdoor market. I bought some soap, which, as you may have guessed, was much needed. The hills didn't stop however and we continued to the ferry crossing on Lake Champlain. The next 13 miles were the longest of the trip as the route was full of rolling hills and the day was stretching into mid-afternoon. But five miles from our destination, we realized (having been riding along Lake George and deducing from the title of our next destination, "Silver Bay") we would be staying in a resort town that night.
Well, resort town turned into an actual resort. Think the location in "Dirty Dancing." Yeah, that's where we're staying. We actually have rooms with beds. Besides that, there are a myriad of activities in which to partake: archery, sailing, kayaking, swimming, tennis, hiking, shuffleboard, etc. Most of us only got around to one or two activities. We all wish we were staying longer.
Our rooms are all doubles and the resort automatically paired people up. Someone seeing the names "Kathleen Hill" and "Zach Hill" assumed we were married and placed us in a room together. The two of us decided to have a "trial separation" however and I am now rooming with Kate.
Not much else to report other than amazingly fun times and gorgeous views of the lake. Maybe some sore legs too. Shazaam.
2 comments:
OK, so Dave and I made it back from "The Odyssey". Not a single down and with the exception of a busted cooling fan which made me overheat on NYC on the ride back in, no mechanical issues were had. 1364 glorious miles with some rain and characters thrown in for good measure. Wish I would have had more time with you, but it is early in the trip and you really didn't need much "Dad" fix.
The dogs send licks and waqs and your mom and I send love, respect and the wish for your safe return.
Your Dad (also now known as "Adventure Rider".
Deeeeeear, I just returned from Denver last night and I was many days behind on reading your blog. I decided to catch up over a big bowl of salad, a blender-full of Alba, and a few cups of coffee (some things never change).
When I read your comment about Dave and Big Al's "harrowing adventure" I laughed so hard that I started crying. When I got to the phrase "something inside me died" (so sorry about no care packages - I totally missed the mail drop memo), my laughter intensified until I was drooling. Finally, at "how badly can you trash a church?", I choked on a mouth-full of baby carrot.
It is a inspirational to know that your sardonic wit is intact despite the many miles. Thanks for the very entertaining blog. It will definitely replace the Travel Channel and Food Network in my entertainment affections. Big Al took a great photo of the newly-decorated trailer - very nice! He plans to email it to you so that it may be posted on the website.
Miss you! Love you! Mom
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